Monthly Archives: November 2016




The Fernbank Forest, Atlanta’s largest urban forest, has reopened after a two-year ecological restoration project. Invasive species were removed to allow native plants to flourish. This 65-acre forest supports a diverse ecosystem and includes trees that are up to 300 years old. Although the Fernbank Forest is open to the public, access is through the Fernbank Museum of Natural History and well worth a year’s membership. Yesterday was the first time that I had walked in these woodlands. I was in awe of this beautiful and pristine hardwood forest.



This is the first picture I took on November 9, 2016.  I had spent a sleepless night in utter shock and disbelief over the outcome of the presidential election. At 5:30 am, I grabbed my camera, leashed up Nathan, and headed out to walk, hoping the fresh air would ease my heavy heart. The morning was quiet and peaceful, yet provided little solace. I was able to lose myself in a moment of beauty when I saw the delicate shadows of leaves dancing upon the leaf sacks above.


Although this presidential election has divided our country in many ways, there is probably one thing that we are all in agreement about; it will be a  relief that the campaign for the next president of the United States is over!  It has been a brutal campaign and, like many others, it has taken an emotional toll on me. I recently attended a reception and lecture celebrating the 20th anniversary of the Andrew Young School of Policy Studies at Georgia State University. At that event, Ambassador Young told us that we, as a city and country, have come a long way. He said he remembered watching the Ku Klux Clan marching on Auburn Avenue in Atlanta many years ago. He reminded us that no matter what the outcome on election day, that we will persevere and overcome because we are a great city and a great nation with people who care and who are good.

“Everyone is entitled to his own opinion, but not to his own facts.”
― Daniel Patrick Moynihan


This morning was the last time this month that I will be walking Nathan in the dark. Sunday, we gain an hour and hopefully a bit more time to linger in the morning. After a very hot summer and early fall, Atlantans are finally enjoying crisp, cool mornings. The leaves are at the height of their color and the landscape is a feast for the eyes. I always walk Nathan through a wooded area in our neighborhood which traces the path of the old Atlanta-Decatur Trolley Line. At one point during our walk I glanced upwards and saw these delicate, yellow leaves fluttering in the light cast from a neighboring street light.