Happy Halloween

Pretty setting. The good folks who set things up at our neighborhood supermarket Nichols do a good job of finding the right mood each holiday season. A lot for this day. They carefully picked the right ingredients for Oct. 31 for all who enter and exit the store. Happy Halloween, all.

Wandering just a bit

Tiny village street with a bonus. Hey, you can’t not get a photo of that bush, my brain told me out of the corner of my eye as I walked park to village … So I strayed down the little road and got the burst of color.

To the village

Pretty, too. Yes, there’s life attached to my favorite lake park. The Village of Liverpool looks pretty nice during an autumn stroll, too. Hey, I parked in the Nichols supermarket lot, knowing I wanted to stop in to pick up groceries before returning home!

Signs of the times

Do I or don’t I? Can I continue to withstand this cold morning stroll, I wondered at this corner in the Village of Liverpool, looking ahead to the crispness of my beloved Onondaga Lake Park. Well I am certainly not a commercial vehicle …

Home stretch

I know I can … Doesn’t it look cold? It sure felt cold as I walked my way back to my car after feeding my soul with a January morning stroll to Onondaga Lake Park.

Piling on

Around about. Not only has it been cold, it’s been snowy, I thought as I got to final decision time during my morning stroll in the Village of Liverpool. I could still feel my extremities.

A Federal Espresso case

Once in a while … Some of my former co-workers at the library really liked to lug coffee from Federal Espresso back to their desks, I recalled as I stopped at their corner during my cold morning Village of Liverpool stroll. Me? I brought friends there for a morning-break chat once in a while. Great…

Not this early

First Street. A recent visit to the library led to a cool, quick stroll through the Village of Liverpool. Make that cold, I thought, as I got to the corner of Tulip and First and glanced at the red front door of The Cobblestone to the right. Haven’t been in a while, I mused. Wow,…

One last hurdle

Around for sure. To get back to my car from the park, I must go up this street. I choose not to climb the mound of plowed snow, though I suppose any group of kids might choose to go over instead of taking the side routes.