
Cold, misty January morning.
A walk in the woods, pre-snow
Cold, misty January morning.
A walk in the woods, pre-snow
Colors.
Winding the corner towards the crazy dogs' street.
Yellow trees
Wispy dogwoods like giant clumps of Queen Anne's lace, and the flare of red capes as cardinals glide from tree to tree.
God peeking through the trees with binoculars.
The path looks serene, but there's a dog in the house on the left barking his fool head off.
Emma, tail unfurled.
At the end of the leash.
Close up (and cool shadow underbelly of fluff).
Winding the bend around where the crazy dog's house is.
They've cleared all this land on the other side of the path; I wonder what they're planning to build back here.
The big tree is coming up on the left -- you can't see it from the picture.
Little house in the little woods.
The creek; the turn-around point.
The "third playground".
The trees leaning into the path.