Pause for pink


Here it is October and even before the leaves are changing colors the water in the fountain at Love Park is.

I give you pink water. Pure as cotton candy and mighty fine. Seems to hold its own against that slice of blue sky in the background. Every once in a while something like this reinforces my desire to stay in Philadelphia. How weird and wonderful to have a mayor who allocates money for pink and blue water. It must cost pennies and it keeps me smiling. It’s just silly enough to lighten the daily load.

For point of comparison, see my post from June 12 in which there’s a picture of the fountain waxing blue.


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