A few pics from our long walk along the Beaver Brook Trail. I think we trotted about twelve miles of it, full circle. Juneau probably went over twenty, with all his back-and-forthness, and he's been lounging on the couch since. It's been nice.
I see a face in this one. An icy gargoyle.
Again, the camera does no justice. The open space here was awe inspiring. 
8 comments:
real nice shots my friend!
Thanks, Kev. I only liked the one, of the blue ice.
The open meadow sort of reminds me of the sods in october.
I thought the same. In the fall, these kinds of fields were incredible. All of the ground cover turned blue, purple, red, orange, yellow . . . all the stuff you didn't realize was there untill autumn hit. Wish I'd gotten a picture of it.
All that snow, and no snow pics yet!?!
No girl can excuse two months of no posts.
unless you've found Anne Marie Watson.
Listen, guy, man up. Or at least re-register, punk.
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