Let's let the rain settle in

 before we decide on where to walk.  Seems the landscape is a bit jagged and off-color this afternoon.  

Clearly, the beginning

of a graphic horror novel.   Otherwise, it's Christmas and life is good.  A long walk and only one dead Canada goose.  
 

Neighborhood walk at sunset

Twenty one miles north east of San Francisco.  No bridge in sight unless you consider the arch of a flock of migrating Canada geese.  

Fall

about ready to swirl.  Times to find those comfy sweaters.  Time for thick socks, a long walk and rustle some fallen leaves.  
 

Simple & elegant

hanging out in winter.  A relaxing walk into the luminous.  What else have I missed seeing in the last 7 minutes.

Boundaries and the letters they create.

From the perspective of inquisitive feet, lots of "l's" as in love to walk.