(Spoiler Alert: No worries, I'm fine now. 😉)
And time outside is always good for the psyche.
So to get out of the house Patty and I headed off to Franklin Parker for an afternoon stroll.
As we wandered down one of the many sand roads the sparrows toyed with us, frustratingly always just a bit just ahead. Hopping from shrub to shrub. Flitting from side to side. Grrrr.
Patty eventually ID's them as Field Sparrows. But it took a while.
I was mostly sightseeing and snapping pics.
On one side of the road we saw this.
A starkly beautiful former forrest of now drowned trees.
And on the other side, this.
A once cranberry bog returning to a more natural state.
The images don't do justice to the subtle beauty at every turn.
A nice way to take my mind off of something that turned out to be nothing at all.
No comments:
Post a Comment