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A simple walk

Photo by: Tim Bindner

Sunday I went for a pleasant walk with a friend.  It was nothing spectacular in the way of excitement, but I had a great time and took some pictures.

I arrived at Mark’s house around 7:30am.  He was sitting on the front porch waiting for me.  He hopped in my car and we made our way towards 65 South.  As we merged onto the expressway we had concluded our customary hellos and began talking about the plan for the day.

We exited the expressway and made our way across the Ohio River on the 2nd street Bridge.  We soon turned on Market Street and headed towards our first destination, Cave Hill Cemetery.  As we arrived at the gate, it was 7:50am and it worried me they were not open (they open at 8am), but to my surprise the gate was open, and Mark said “go for it”, so we entered.  I drove to the Office parking lot, and we unloaded, grabbed our gear and headed towards the pond.

The weather was cool (low 70s) but the air was thick with humidity.  We crossed the road and walked down the grassy embankment towards the pond.  To our left a large herd of ducks, geese and a few swans quickly headed to intersect us with loud honks and squawking.  We cautiously made it to the bank of the pond, and this flock seemed fascinated with Mark and even followed him around.  Thankfully, they were not a threat.

We headed back up the hill and onto the road where we headed around the property reading of grave marker names and noticing the unique monuments that an old cemetery offers.   In true fashion, my shirt became soaked with sweat and moisture from the humidity in the air, but I didn’t care.  This place is so peaceful, and Mark and I were alone (well minus 120,000+ bodies that surrounded us).  We continued to walk, talk, and take pictures.  No guide or direction upon which to go, just when reaching intersections one of us would say left or right?  Off we would go.

After about an hour, we were back at the car and made our way toward Bardstown Road.  We drove to Mid-City Mall, parked, and began walking towards the heart of the Highlands.  We saw interesting structure, homeless people, a statue of a homeless man (I took a picture of that), and some iconic places like the Doo Wop Shop.  I captured some wall graffiti, some stuffed animals in a window, and we took in all the sights and sounds that normally evade us when driving down this busy road.

Bardstown Road was mostly absent of cars this morning, but made up for it with the many runners, walkers and even a young couple Mark and I walked behind for over a mile.  I made the observation to Mark that “she” looked like she just got out of bed based on her long hair being messy.  None the less, they were, like us, out getting some steps in and taking in the sights.

Almost like the thick blanket of humidity in the air, it seems our luck also seemed to cover us.  Moments after we got in the car, a light rain fell.  We drove back through downtown Louisville, commenting on the boarded building and the upcoming outcome of the Breanna Taylor trial, and how either outcome didn’t favor the city and the destruction that would follow.

As we crossed over the 2nd street Bridge, we made our way through Clarksville (killing time) and eventually to our favorite place, McAlister’s.  I enjoyed my normal Smoky Pepper Jack Turkey, with a side of sea salt chips, a pickle and a large Sweet Tea (I know unhealthy), and Mark got the Italian sandwich with Chicken Tortilla soup, a pickle (which he didn’t eat) and a large diet coke.  Our conversation continued about photography, podcasts, upcoming trips and he gave me some advice on my future trip to the Indiana Dunes.  He told me about his next two weekends out of town (which means my camera will be dormant), and we both spoke highly of the upcoming cooler weather.

As mentioned, this day was not filled with excitement, or social media worthy activities, but it was a great day for me (and Mark as well).  With the passing of my friend Steve, these rare moments, just being me with my friend Mark are even more special to me, and I truly recognize that now.  These are some memories I hope my brain allows me to remember for a long time.  If not, maybe the pictures will spark those memories.

Until next time,

Tim

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