I went for a walk.
Down the tracks.
Over a bridge.
I saw birds. A couple yippee dogs. Some cats. Domestic. No mountain lions, thank goodness.
There's not much color in February.
Even with a limited palette, there's beauty in the details.
Is this like an elephant's burial ground?
Wouldn't it be nice to be a kid again some days?
Sometimes things are still beautiful even when they're past their prime.
All the way to the top of town.
Hey, they really DO fly!