Yesterday I spent a brief chilly evening at Centennial Park in Orland Park, IL. What a beautiful sight.
How amazing. Isn’t our Creator a Master Craftsman (he, he, he)? Who can reproduce this moment? Who can turn the shades of the sky from yellow to salmon, rose to periwinkle, and violet to indigo, in a quick few minutes? An explosion? HA! Ooopps…I’m gunna get some people mad!
Anyway, what a beautiful sight it was! Can you see the silhouette of some fishing people on the pier? It was FREEZING! They’re brave. My hoodie wasn’t doing a very good job in the brisk wind on a 54°F evening, so I didn’t stay long.
Here is another view:
This will definitely be a painting one day! Look at all of those delicious colors! So peaceful, I hope I can translate that into my painting.
My mom found another brave soul out on this nippy night:
Why it’s a woolly bear caterpillar!!! She named him, “Orland”, because of our location…very fitting and cute. This little guy will survive our killer winter because he produces a cryoprotectant in his tissue, sort of like anti-freeze. Amazing again! Once an adult, this little guy or girl will turn into a Isabella Tiger Moth.