(Pleasantries for a change!)
I decided I wanted to get out a bit today and take pictures but I wanted it to be someplace relatively close. I remembered news stories about an old wooden bridge that they were going to do away with and I decided I wanted to head out in that direction. Who knew there was a whole new world just thirty minutes away from my house? (I knew, I just sometimes fail to appreciate it, and to take advantage of it.)
My photos do not do justice to how pretty (and how isolated) this area is. Nor can they convey the sounds of the birds singing or the smell of the fresh creosote on the bridge or the smell of the mimosa blossoms. Or was that the smell of the tree with the white flowers on it? I am not at all sure. What I know for sure is that something smelled really good when I stepped out of the car to take pictures.