Alabama, Fairhope’s park by night.

In the oncoming dusk cars continued to arrive and leave the park.  Dogs were walked, fisherman cast their lines, people sat on benches and stared across the bay that was beginning to dot with the lights of evening.

And so even as it grew dark, I stayed in my spot not fifteen feet from the seawall to photograph and write and share still another unique place. 

I catnapped between being awakened by the schedule of night activities.

The park was busy even as midnight approached.  A young crowd filtered through. The car radios were louder and had a heavier beat than the crowd from earlier in the evening.  Teens came and walked and talked to each other or to their cell phones.  In the light of the incandescent fountain, the kids’ flirts, giggles, and smooches rippled across the park unnoticed by the few, ever present fishermen.  But I noticed a pang of envy in the pit of my stomach.

I strolled the docks, passing beneath the Christmas nights.

At three a.m. I walked the circle and counted seven cars and pick up trucks. 

At four-thirty another pick up truck arrived.  Fishing gear was unloaded soundlessly and carried to the pier.

Five-thirty brought the first light.

A night heron perched atop a purple martin condo.  His turned and gazed into the water, left, right, and behind, eyeing the baitfish he’d order for breakfast.

The six-thirty shift arrived with the dawn. 

Twenty cars, joggers, dog walkers, and young lovers.

The avian breakfast club, youngsters as well as gray and distinguished gentlemen, took their place at the counter awaiting breakfast.

Oh, what a sweet vista to wake up to.  What a great getting’-up morning.

The Jolly Swag did not move for the whole Sunday amid the energy of the hundreds of people who feasted on their city park.

The day warmed to top-down temps.

I followed a path up the beach.  In the green spaces, several hundred-strong flocks of geese peck between the threadbare carpet of pine needles. Well-mannered are these country geese, leaving not a single deposit on the walkways.  Perhaps some could be hired out to toilet-train the geese population of Oakland’s Lake Merritt.

I strolled and dozens of people said hello to me, asked how I was doing, and opined this was a lovely day.

Some stop to chat—not long enough for me to engage them but long enough for me to know that strangers were not distinguished from neighbors. This felt time an old-time neighborhood the likes of which I haven’t seen since I left Bridgeton, New Jersey.

11 Responses to Alabama, Fairhope’s park by night.

  1. Dave L says:

    No oil of those birds …

    You write like poet, Al – though your subject seems motivating. I suppose one stocked well with words is bound to let them out in a melodious stream when emersed in such beauty. Not the touch of a brush or the pull on a bow, but the richness of humanity you’re revealing for those of us ‘left on the shore’ – reading with amazement and wanting to be along. Of course we are, in a way – thanks to you.

  2. Histscape says:

    Angel and I thank you for the Lovely pictures and word training. Avian Breakfast Club was a wonderful way to describe the pictures below. Believe me without the pictures it would have went over our heads. Then the Grey colored Pelican clued us in. Our time in Florida was wonderful because of sights such as these.

  3. Colleen Rae says:

    Lovely words, lovely pictures, lovely sentiments. You are indeed a poet, Al. But don’t you sleep at night?

  4. karen wittgraf says:

    You took me there. I experienced what you did through your amazing writings. A beautiful sadness came over me and I don’t know why. Life emotions combined with nature’s beauty- you did it. I think it is your best so far.

    • allevenson says:

      Thank you. Every spot I write has some special magic for me. All different. Quartzite-Lake Roosevelt-The Mogollon Rim-Madrid-Eureka Springs. Remarkable how different. Some subtle, some in your face.

      And I expect that Florida will prove to be a universe unto itself.


  5. Marny says:

    I hope you have someone next to you with whom to share, Al.

    HEALTHY and Happy Chanukah and Merry Christmas and Blessed Kwanzaa!

    Gentle as you go,

  6. Al, thank you for allowing us to share the journey and the beauty. Gorgeous photos, powerful prose. What a wonderful travel host you are, inviting us all to join you. Best wishes to you, today and every day.

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