Friday, October 22, 2010


I know I've talked about this before, but it's worth repeating: The area encompassing Ballard Park and Gooseneck Cove is my spiritual home. It's the center of my universe, the place where my soul finds rest. And when the time comes, it will be where my soul goes home to; I've left instructions that when I die I want my ashes scattered there, some in the Quaking Aspen grove in the Quarry Meadow in Ballard Park, and the rest in Gooseneck Cove at Hazard Rd.

I know, that sounds maudlin and even morbid, but Autumn always triggers this sort of instinctive "homecoming" feeling in me. It's when I wrap my world around me like a warm, comforting security blanket. So here's yet another tribute to my "crust of earth".

And Paul Robeson singing the old spiritual "Going Home" (Dvorak's setting) is the perfect cap to this post. Enjoy!

© 2010 by A. Roy Hilbinger


  1. Lovely! I can see why it's special to you!

  2. It looks like a beautiful and interesting place. No wonder you love it so much...
    very nice photos also!

  3. Ah you can post these ad nauseum, they're gorgeous

  4. Roy, you and your camera commune with water. I always want to drink from your pictures of it.