Heard helicopters all night last night, tracking the protests, looting, and arson following the prosecuting attorney’s announcement that the Grand Jury voted not to indict. Fear and anxiety in the wake of last night’s event’s are palpable, a general unease permeates the city. Stores, restaurants, gyms, the art and history museum closed today, no one knows how this thing will go. And reading the news just makes it worse. So after picking up my brother at the airport this morning (which had to restrict flights last night due to all the gunfire in Ferguson, not far away), we went to the arboretum for some fresh air and a walk. The witchhazel by Mary Isabelle still had some blossoms:
The sun shone through the grove of beech trees:
The glade in the afternoon sun:
Raccoon prints:
Bladder nut
Dent and me
Coopers hawk, flew right in front of us
