November is not supposed to be like this. On Wednesday the temperatures reached 70 degrees.
I walked around Hartford's Bushnell Park at lunch time. The shirts were playing the skins in frisbee.
The soldiers and sailors arch was bathed in light.
As was winged victory.
And General Israel Putnam, always a favorite of mine, because
he came from the Massachusetts town where I grew up.
I was also able to take a decent photograph of the Pump House Gallery at the southwest corner
of the park, usually unphotographable in its dark shade.