Morning Walk

I actually had my camera with me this morning on the walk with the boys.  We strolled around the outskirts of the huge park in the center of town, the dogs sniffing every bush and shrub while I took some photos.  There are so many trees--young and old--with such vibrant colors, it was hard to limit myself to just a few.

During the Summer months I park on the other side of the community buildings because there's shade, but now that it's cooler, and today was cloudy, I went to a spot directly opposite my usual.  After parking, we began our walk by heading toward the complex of buildings.

These darkly red trees, contrasting against the soft, green and yellow background of the hills, seemed to add a glow to a dreary morning...

Walking along the dirt road that edges one side of the ginormous soccer field.  This is where there used to be a long stretch of lovely trees down the center of the road--trees recently chopped down for some unfathomable reason...

At the end of the road, this golden beauty stands, near the bank with the river behind those green trees...

Great reflections in the stillness of the day...

Turning from the river, looking across a portion of the field.  The brick building in the trees is the Community Center, off to the right is the theatre, and...

...the pottery studio with the tall column where the Chimney Swifts spend the Summer months.  They're gone now, off to warmer climes in South America.  And wow, just imagine that journey...

This is a really great place to walk the boys, with all the beautiful trees, the quietly winding river, and some days there's even a soccer game to watch as we meander along.

You wouldn't think a girl born in the middle of Summer would prefer Fall, but I do.  It's such a magical, colorful time of year, far more captivating and interesting than the blistering heat and dog days of Summer. 

Maybe I'm really a changeling.  That would explain much...