What I used to do

Here’s hoping that in 2021, Lights on the Lake will be able to bring bake the opening nights for walkers, when I can join the thousands of folks happily walking up that path, taking photographs of the lights all ablaze. Just thinking back and ahead.

Catching the December sunset

During a work-week-is-finished safe walk Friday with cherished rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle, our eyes lit up when we got to the bottom of the street. The sun was setting over the quite nearby lake. Happy weekend start it was, yes.

Standing guard

My eyes spy one lonely rowboat on dry land adjacent to the empty Onondaga Lake Marina. A prop, I wonder, as I complete my safe walk during a work break, or there in case somebody needs it for an emergency. Hope not for the second, ever.

No boats

As I walk along the Onondaga Lake Park trail and pass the lonely marina, I wonder where the boats that make this spot bustle during the summer spend these months? They all have a tale to tell under different covers, says my imagination.

Before they flip the switch

A safe walk through the trails of Onondaga Lake Park during daylight hours certainly finds what cars later will drive past during the nighttime Lights on the Lake. The displays are quite festive even uncharged, I think as I use my iPhone 8. The park closes to walkers at 4:30, I’m told by signs. So…

As we head toward winter

A safe walk on the trail at Onondaga Lake Park brings a slightly surreal scene as we march into December. It sure brings a bit of perspective to the changing of the seasons this portion of our cycle of life as circumstances whirl around us away from this particular place.

Chocowine just had to happen

My dear wife Karen really, really likea chocolate. She also likes some kinds of red wine. Yes, she has attended the Wine and Chocolate festival. The people who make the juice of the grape had to find a way to get the sweet cocoa in there, sure. Some brands don’t cut it with Karen, though.…

Bow to the stately trees

Sometimes it takes a total abandonment of the leaves for a tree to look as stately as it can be, I think as cherished rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle and I round the neighborhood blocks.