its no walk in the park

I want to go for a walk in the park because its such a beautiful thing to do.I often go on my trusted bike (tonto) but sometimes its just a sheer pleasure to stroll. To stroll and look at people that look nothing like you. People from very very different walks of life . Countries and cultures that Im sure I couldn't even pronounce let alone find them on a map. I lived in New York City for 6 years once upon a time and use to go to central park .The people there were also from all over the globe, but for some (good) reason they all seemed american, therefore alike. The people I see in the bois all seem to be from all over and not French, even though Im sure they live here.I like this, in fact I like this a lot.
I want to go for a walk but I cant. Im driven. Its a dreadful place to be. Im driven and I cant get out of it. I have so much work to do. So much art to produce. So much. Does it sound like Im complaining, Im not. I remember when I was very very young, sitting in my very cold bedroom in England, painting my little pictures that felt far from little. I remember telling my mother that if any of my friends come by, to tell them Im busy working. YES!!! working...I was 7..........Well dear readers things have not gotten any better, in fact they are worse..Worse and better..I am driven by something that cant be explained (thank god)
I have so much to do. Im grateful to the art gods that they have given me the burden to create.
I want to go for a stroll but I cant, im busy with art, im busy creating, I want to cry but I dont have time....

I want to go for a stroll.

The photo above is from a little walk I took last thursday evening while listening to Mahlers 10th.............

the happy tree

Bous de Boulonge, Paris

Most mornings I wander around the truly splendid and magnificent Bois de Boulogne . Most mornings I just wander with my ears plugged into my podcast ( Bill Mahers 'real time' or music loud enough to scare the leafs silly) and look at all the bois (woods) have to offer, birds rabbits, pheasant, grouse, hookers. I usually take my prescribed route until one day I decided to go a little off the beaten path. Most of the trees have turned into a pyrotechnic show of unequal proportion. Most except for this very large old tree.It looked like it had seen better days.On close inspection I realized why, as I'm sure you can see from the photo above. I call it the 'happy tree' It's located just yards from a very busy hooker area where business is brisk. I now make the happy tree part of my morning walk and you will all be happy to hear that the tree isn't dying, its just taking a well earned rest till next spring.