My 35 minute walk this morning took me an hour and a quarter. My septuagenarian legs were working fine, but no matter how hard I resisted the urge, my eye kept finding something interesting, unusual, or just plain beautiful. So I would stop, slip my smartphone out of my pocket, and snap a picture.
Here are the results (with a bit of a narrative):
My stroll began in its usual direction, heading a block away from my home to the Seneca Indian Park on Buffum Street. This hundreds-of-years-old black walnut tree is a favorite of mine:
Directly across from the ancient Indigenous burial ground, set back a distance from Buffum, is the home of a friend of mine, always a welcoming sight. And, today her front yard was graced by five or six deer (I think one member of this four-legged clan scampered out before I could take the photo):
As I headed down Buffum towards Seneca Street, I couldn’t help notice the cloud formations beyond the roof lines::
But houses aren’t required for me to appreciate the clouds enveloping Cazenovia Park:
As I headed towards the far (south) side of Caz Park, I crossed the Cazenovia Street bridge, and saw a lone fisherman in the distance:
But my head was soon back in the clouds (including a seemingly angry “mass of particles of condensed vapor”):
Although autumn colors are taking their time arriving in my neck-of-the-woods, I noticed some hints of fall:
But here’s my favorite scene from today’s longer-than-expected walk:
Tomorrow I’ll do my best to walk at a steady pace and, perhaps, work up a sweat.
With All Due Respect,