River Kelvin

People ask me questions about the city of Glasgow, but honestly, I don't know that much about it. I catch the train over after the morning business commute (half price off-peak time) and head back to Edinburgh before the afternoon rush. So, what I know of Glasgow is primarily the areas I haunt for my studies. I suppose, therefore, it's no surprise I only just discovered that I can get to main campus via Kelvingrove Park rather than walking the main (busy) road. Going through the park means I get to cross this bridge with the war memorial at the end.
When on the bridge, you can look at the River Kelvin as it gurgles through the west end of Glasgow. Here's the view to the south.
And here's the view to the north.
Walking along, daffodils are blooming everywhere. They're up on the hill.
And down by the river.
There are doggies everywhere too, although I was too busy petting them to get pictures of them. And here's a view of another bridge that crosses the river (the one I used to take). Can you see the lovely iron-work and painted emblem? Nobody sees that unless they're down in the park. How lovely.
Needless to say, you know which path I'll be taking from now on!

2 comments:

SiskiyouSue said...

Where I grew up those were called Checker Lilies, same exact flower, new name! They are very pretty... I love your pictures. It's doubtful that I will get to Scotland, and I'm living vicariously through blogs like yours. Thank you.

Elizabeth O. Dulemba said...

Checker lilies!! Thank you, Sue! And thank you for the kind words. :) e