5.1 miles
minnehaha falls and back
16 degrees
More great winter running! Sometimes sun and sharp shadows, sometimes clouds. When the sun was behind a cloud everything looked sepia-toned. And when some blue sky peeked through it looked like it had been added in, like a photograph touched-up with color. I felt good and relaxed, except for when my left knee suddenly started to hurt — a quick, sharp pain that went away after a minute.
10 Things
- the dull thud of a tool hitting something at a construction site — I can’t decide if is was dull like dead wood or something rusted and metallic
- another thud, this one more rhythmic, from across the river
- the water pooling below the falls was a faint green, like aged copper — patina?
- the walking path was speckled or mottled with thin splotches of snow — where bare pavement peeked through it was brown and reminded me — and probably no one else — of a cow’s hide
- there was ice on the river, but not thick — it looked like a slushy without the flavor
- birds! I don’t remember hearing them, but I saw them flitting around from tree to tree
- ran on the bike side of the double bridge — dead leaves were piled on the edge, and next to that was a strip of bare pavement that seemed to be narrowing near the top
- at least one fat tire
- a patch of open water, shining like glass, on the river — I stopped to admire it through a net of slender branches
- the sharp and menacing shadow of the street lamp on the paved path
Rereading an article on the development of the Grand Rounds, I came across this line:
“I would have the City itself a work of art,” Cleveland explained.
A work of art. Yes! I’ve been thinking about the park space of the gorge as a work of art, created by Minneapolis Parks and the city, for some time. I’m envisioning it as part of a series of ekphrastic poems about how I see the gorge through/with my diseased eyes. Could these poems be part of the Haunts project, or is that too much?