Scenes from Saturdays walk. Before the temperatures plunged. When I saw a mouse peaking out from a tree, a red-tailed hawk perched high overhead, a thin layer of ice in the stream, and every once in a while a small glimpse of the sun.
I did not take a photo of the young man running in shorts. His legs looked red and chapped by the wind. He probably thought I was over-dressed in my hat, coat, mittens, and wool cowl. We just smiled at each other when we passed and kept our opinions to ourselves.