My post COVID creep back into the world started on Wednesday with a short “Last Day of Quarantine” solo hike in the woods of the Sylvan Preserve. Then, I made it official on Thursday when I returned to the cold, sagging, well-milked bosom of society with a trip to Meijer to buy groceries. It was all very anti-climatic and soon forgotten.
I got out for a two-mile hike around the Forest Hill Natural Area with my camera and a big-ass lens on Friday. I nabbed a few shots, missed a few shots, breathed in the scentless crisp autumn air, soaked up some vitamin D, and started to feel a bit more like myself.
I can generally take or leave life; regrettably, much of it is wasted on me. But I will say it felt great, with the help of the vaccine, to show COVID the door with only a couple of days of cold symptoms and ten days of inconvenience. Now I’m back on track to die in some ridiculous way that will probably involve a combination of misread directions, light bulbs, silly string, a rectum, and a large dose of embarrassment to my friends and family alike.
Today’s photos were from my Sylvan and Forest Hill hikes, as well as one of a Downy Woodpecker on the “bird stick” in the backyard of the Cul-De-Sac Shack.