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  • Now that the hour has been put back, my cycle ride home through Forest Park is at the edge of twilight.

    I always regret the jump that the change away from summer time takes.

    Instead of enjoying a gradual diminution of the day over the weeks leading into to winter, a big segment of some of the most beautiful light is abruptly removed.
  • Never mind.

    I'll take what I can get.
  • Now I begin to see something of the shimmering subtleties that form part of my favorite paintings.

    I can never make up my mind whether what I see in the water is influenced by what I see in Herr Richter's masterpieces, or what I see in the paintings is influenced by what I see in the water.
  • I suspect that is exactly how the artist would wish his work to be interpreted.
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