The conditions right now are ideal for running–low 60s and beautiful changing colors on all the trees. It’s getting darker earlier but I was able to get out of work in time for a run in Forest Park yesterday evening. I spent most of it documenting fall in St. Louis. I got the idea from my cousin Rita after reading this post about her trip to the Midwest. She didn’t get a chance to see the changing colors. I think I might take living in the Midwest for granted, so these photos are a reminder of how beautiful it can be.
In front of The Muny, the outdoor theater in Forest Park.
On the path past the boathouse, toward the art museum.
Looking back toward the boathouse and Spanish pavilion.
Part of Post Dispatch lake (I think that’s what it’s called) as I crossed over it via bridge.
Another person enjoying the lake.
Crossing another bridge toward the art museum and the bottom of art hill.
The Grand Basin.
Looking up at the art museum.
Continuing along the path at the bottom of art hill.
Made it to the top of art hill!
I decided to go on the path to the right of this red tree instead of the left, which made for a longer than planned run.
And a fairly fresh bird. I guess a bike hit it. Yikes.
Baseball fields and Barnes Jewish Hospital in the distance.
I headed back north.
I love the juxtaposition of buildings (more of the hospital) and nature.
Although there were plenty of people around, I became aware of the dwindling daylight and picked up the pace toward the end.
I’ve run in Forest Park many times but thanks to all the paths I was still able to come up with a new route, just by going whatever direction I felt like.