Archive for the ‘Monday walk’ Category

When I arrived in France mid-September, the Franche-Comté was once again dry with the possibility water rationing lurking. However, our prayers for rain were answered, as it rained almost every day of the three weeks I was there as well as many of the days since I returned at the beginning of October. As you can imagine, we relished every bit of sunshine and every walk when it wasn’t actually raining.

We often look for new places to walk the dogs and on this day, we parked on the side of the road to follow an uphill path.

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When it gets wet in the forest, mushrooms/fungi abound. This year provided a bumper crop!

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Many of you know I was in France for three weeks visiting my s-i-l and b-i-l. During that time, it rained almost every single day. 😦 That was not so much fun for all the walks with the dogs that we took each day, but the area was (and still is) in desperate need of rain, being about three months behind on moisture. Consequently, we (mostly) welcomed the rain.

The forest floor is covered with leaves, from any number of prior seasons. They aren’t crackling because of the rain, but they can be treacherous, so be careful when we get to the steep parts.

This is my favorite find of the day. If the water level were normal, there would be water running down that trough, which would help the little men inside do their work.

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Downtown Naperville is a happening place at night, not the sort of spot you’d expect to be going to the dogs. But it is, as you’ve seen before. This night my husband and I took a walk, fortified by some amazing gelato. We didn’t share with any of these guys, though.

A dog of a different color, lots of different colors.

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Every year downtown Naperville has a theme that businesses for advertising, but in an artsy way. Several years ago, it was seats in the form of books, last year hearts. I wasn’t enthralled with the hearts, so I was happy to see “The Dog Days of Summer” was the theme, therefore there were dogs.

On a beautiful summer morning, I sat along the Riverwalk, sipping tea, reading, doing a bit of writing, relishing knowing there was no place I had to be except there.

I’d been wanting to get photos of some of the dogs, so that’s what I did next. Here are a few of the ones I saw that day.

Gotta love the goggles and shoes!

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The WordPress gremlins are at it again. I edited the title this morning and just now realized all my words are missing as well as my two videos. Grrrrrr!

Anyway, to try again as well as recap…when I walk in the park, I always look for something interesting, a search sometimes rewarded with something out of the ordinary, sometimes “just” flowers and other beautiful things.

As you can see, behind the fence at the top of the spillway, next to the path are a plethora of flowers.

When I got to the point on the path where I usually go back the same way, my small, still voice told me to take the path by the river. I’ve learned to listen to this voice and once again was rewarded. A small herd of deer was walking along in the water!

The fawns were having a great frolic and even a buck or two caught the spirit.

I was standing completely still, somewhat surrounded by tall grass and bushes, but these two were still sure I was an alien. (Of course they were right.)

This guy wanted a drink badly but just couldn’t quite relax enough to take it, poor deer.

Finally everyone left the river, walking into the underbrush. One doe and her two fawns went further up the river first, the fawns leaping incredibly high over grasses.

I left with a heart overflowing with joy at the unexpected beauty as well as the usual wonders.

for Jo’s Monday Walk

Art about the town isn’t just the perquisite big cities. It’s popping out everywhere including Sheridan, Wyoming, one of Wyoming’s largest cities at under 20,000. When our younger daughter and I went to town one day, she asked to walk past the mural across from the library. Here are a couple shots from that, starting with her doing something I couldn’t do, even if I weren’t taking a photo.

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When at our cabin, there’s no phone service, so if we want to make a call, we have to walk to the “phone booth”, high on a ridge where we can look out over a good part of eastern Wyoming. A satellite phone will work, but being without phone service is one of the joys of vacation there.

The walk to the phone booth is a bit over a mile each way, but at 7200′ and in the mountains, it’s not like a walk in the park. Additionally, there are attractive nuisances in every direction. My method is look down, look out, look down, look out; repeat often. If you wander off the path, it doesn’t matter, just keep heading in the right direction. Let’s go!

Down.

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