My daughter and I went for a walk at a local park last month and I took a few photos just to document the change of the seasons. Every season has its beauties.
There was something a little bit Monet-like about the algae on the pond. Almost looked like lily pads if you didn’t look too closely. All of this summer’s baby ducks at the pond have grown up now.
The dock at the park is what’s being reflected in the pond. Almost looks like spider webs where you can see the wire from the railing.
The lines made from the cattails and the ripples were fun.
I love this one. 🙂
For a few more photos I also took at Mill Pond Park (that were taken about a month before these), go here:
A few random photos at the park
When Rob’s mother died, I had mixed feelings. Phyllis and I had a flimsy, at best, relationship. The only thing we shared in common was our love for Rob. My love for him was the romantic and strong love of a spouse for a partner in both life and parenting. Phyllis loved the man we shared fiercely, possessively, proudly—as only the mother of an only son can really love.
Debi Taylor-Hough 