Step right up. I appreciated seeing the smokestacks churning on the other shore as my fingers grew colder during my Onondaga Lake Park stroll. Somebody needed to take a closer look at what’s going on up close to the frozen water. Not me, not on this day.

Solitude. The scene was pretty during a morning late February stroll at nearby Onondaga Lake Park. Lonely, too.

Cold rising. I had to take my gloves off to snap pictures during my morning stroll at nearby Onondaga Lake Park. It was a cold session, indeed.

Better together. One last look before I head back to the Village of Liverpool makes me glad that I decided to brave the cold to get my fill of the Onondaga Lake Park’s tree-lined shore, even though I stayed back on the path.

Open year round. My favorite park spells out when to do this and when to do that. This stroll is coming to the time to head back toward my car, parked in the Village of Liverpool.

That’s where it all starts. Soon workers will take down this year’s Lights on the Lake arches. This stroll still allows me to walk under their curved appeal.

Hanging in there. My beloved trees at Onondaga Lake Park show their deep winter mood as the sun hangs out half-hidden in a foreboding sky. Getting chillier and looking out over the terrain, I decide not to venture any closer to the lake and instead walk parallel to the trail …

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.

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.