I’ll hang back a bit

Path is clear. I saw nobody else as I got to the verge of my normal walking routes at Onondaga Lake Park during a recent morning stroll. It looks as cold as I feel, I thought.

Over my shoulder

Am I the only one out here? Before I wind my way to my parked car, I take one last look at Onondaga Lake. Lucky me to take in the cool December sight.

Sticklers

They won’t leave. My eyes are drawn to the stubborn extremities of this proud tree in the center of the benches and picnic table. The leaves refuse to drop. Nature sure is something.

Maybe next time

There for the takers. Don’t let the sunlight fool you. It was plenty cool for the snow to remain on these Onondaga Lake Park benches. No swipes of a glove or a mitten to take a breather …

Lighten up

I see you, clown. No tears or fears when I conjured up a clown face inside the array of this light display along the trail path at Onondaga Lake Park. What do you get from this Lights on the Lake cluster?

Drift away

Give me the beat, boys. How close are these fallen branches to becoming driftwood, I wonder during my November Onondaga Lake Park stroll. Sure, the Dobie Gray classic goes through my brain.

One little bird

Don’t worry, ‘bout a thing. Peaceful I feel with lifelong favorite songs running through my head, appreciating crisp weather and blue skies and Onondaga Lake Park. Thank you, Bob Marley, for allowing me to alter this one.

Bench and birds

Birding. The birds are exploring their peaceful water time, I discover at this Onondaga Lake Park bench spot. They have the water to themselves.