A gorgeous day made my Sunday morning sabbatical in Beckly Creek Park an absolute pleasure. The wildflowers show I missed. in earlier Spring carries some regret, but I’m somewhat on time for the next chorus of color in the vast wildflower patches punctuating the park as a border to the road through.
The wildflowers come in swaths and literal pastures extending for distances in this stunningly well-prepared place.
So I decide Hell, I can take iff into this forest and wander a bit. It has a great entryway, lol.
Under the canopy everything changes – the air is cooler and fresher. Walking becomes a pleasure, looking for the next photo opportunity.
Beautiful bursts of bright sunlight are hugely contrasted as they light up the forest.
As always, at least when walking with me, if there is some creek to look at, chances are excellent I’ll do the looking. 😉 It was really brilliant this morning from this perspective of a post-holocaust flood of sorts. 😉
But further down took my breath away.
A look in the other direction, same creek, lol.