There’s the sun

Bright spot. My winter weather stroll diligence at Onondaga Lake Park was rewarded when the sun worked its way through the morning gray. No, it did not feel any warmer.

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The other way

Why the fence? As I cold-strolled at our Onondaga Lake Park, I noticed that a lot of my most familiar stops were blocked by a chair link fence. You can see it blocking my path down yonder toward the marina. There were construction vehicles inside the fencing. Maybe I’ll see some changes next visit …

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Far side in the cold

Trying. I could see more of the far shore, I thought as I reached a clearing in my so-cold walk at Onondaga Lake Park. And is that the sun trying to announce itself over there to the left?

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Two proud trees

No takers. I could have worked my way to the two benches sitting beneath the two winter-stately trees. But, too cold. Had to keep going.

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Still a path

Walk that way. Some worker had been up early to clear a path from the big snow at our Onondaga Lake Park. I showed up just a few hours into daylight and more snow had gathered. I forged through in solitude.

Salty still

Leaning to the wind? Our Salt Museum stand proudly through the winter’s snow and wind I note during my morning walk at Onondaga Lake Park.

Way out there

Breakin’ on through to the other side. The observation deck still looks out to the far side of our lake, even though snow covers everything this frosty winter. It will be a while before boats venture out there, I think, watching smoke come from the far stacks.

Dare to visit the lake

Standing guard for the snow and cold. Have to try the roads, I suggested to my dear wife Karen the morning after this winter of our delivered another night full of snow and frightening cold. Go on, she said. So I planned. Get this and that from the supermarket. Return a few due books off…

Signs of winter

Great angle. The tail end of my January winter walk allows me to take in our town office building from another interesting angle.

Cheers to the trees

Stately. Our neighborhood has some darn good winter trees, I note as I walk a big January square.

Busy at the bottom

Walkway available. This is what it looks like when we drive (or I walk) to the bottom of our street. No, we can’t just continue straight down to the lake. There are more houses and another, busier cross road between us.

Away from the lake

Up we go. I’m inclined to get back home. That really is a hill that leads to the house that I call home with my dear wife Karen and our cherished rescue mutt. It sits to the right, past that last tree. I always tend to show the images down toward our lake view.

Postal emergency

Main road emergency. Down came the mailbox for the business to my left, I note as I get toward the conclusion of a neighborhood walk that included a stretch on the main road to our house. I wonder how the box got knocked from its post as I walk on.

Tight alley

Behind the scenes. No, I would not want to walk behind the stores in the alley that separated the housing neighborhood and business zoning on this leg of my neighborhood walk. Nice fence, though.

Lasting banks

Dirt sticks. Snow sure is pretty and white when it first comes down. And then it lasts and lasts and isn’t so pretty anymore. That’s what road sand and salt looks like pushed to the curb …