The Heady Wine of Lorain’s Lakeview Park
By Loraine Ritchey firstname.lastname@example.org
To partake of Lakeview Park on a crisp October day can make you drunk, drunk with the joy of being. Wednesday found me heading for lunch at the Rose Café. In recent weeks I have seen beauty spots in France, England, Scotland and Germany. Cathedrals whose spires reach the heavens
STRASBOURG CATHEDRAL, FRANCE
Yet it was a day in Lorain that filled me with awe and happiness, that heightened all my senses- No great cathedral spires reaching to a bluer than blue sky but tall trees, seemingly reaching a little higher than usual, their leaves clinging on tight , loathe to tumble from their all seeing vantage point.
A cool breeze caressing one’s cheek with a hint of a winter to come as it came ashore from its game of tossing the whitest of white clouds around as they played hide and seek with a golden sun.
My eye caught by the sparkling dancing water whose wild white caps, gentled now by the glistening break wall, so that only giggly waves rushed to meet and marry the pale yellow sand waiting patiently for its mate whilst the gulls bore noisy witness to the nuptials. The steel grey of the waters turning to pale blue as a sky was reflected in this ever-changing mirror of Lake Erie.
The green of manicured lawns serving as the backdrop to the last colourful bloom of the roses and autumnal plantings.
No photograph can communicate the feel of Lakeview on that October day , just as one cannot photograph the essence that makes a fine wine , you have to uncork the bottle and enjoy.
Come and join me in a drink!
Photos E.L. Ritchey