The term flâneur stems from a French masculine noun, and conveys the idea of one who strolls or wanders. According to Wikipedia, it was Charles Baudelaire who attached to it the derived meaning of “one who walks … to experience…”. That accurately sums up how I spent an hour-and-a-half and 300+ shutter clicks early this morning in Liberty Park. [Because I was bracketing my exposures +/-, this represents about 100 unique photos.]
What became clear was despite the fact I’ve been to Liberty Park many times over the years I’ve been doing time in Salt Lake City, I have never experienced it until this morning. Arriving early, there were few people around, and those that were around were either jogging or being walked by their canine companions. Most notably, there were no kids. No kids meant no screaming. No screaming meant quiet, tranquility, and the opportunity to listen to nature (though augmented by the white noise of the morning rush hour traffic on 700 East). In a word, “glorious!”
I think my next flâneur outing is going to be downtown on an early Sunday morning, when our city has rolled up the sidewalks. I have no doubt that what I haven’t taken the opportunity to experience before will amaze me.