I’m going to do this quick and probably more ineptly than usual before I lose what shred of motivation I have to post something two days in a row.
Saturday evening started with some light rain. That eventually turned into a downpour, then to freezing rain, and finally thundersnow. There was thunder, lightning, and high winds into Sunday morning.
Since I hadn’t been outside in a while, I figured after the morning footy was over, I would give myself a mental rub and tug and head out to the Sylvan Preserve for a walk with my camera.
The roads from the Cul-de-Sac Shack were clear, but once out on the rural roads, things got a bit dicier. I didn’t mind, though, because that meant there was a good chance I would have the preserve to myself and could hike through fresh snow and walk around the woods freely without looking too much like the creepy camera guy I am.
I walked, I took pictures, I didn’t get my skull bashed in by falling limbs, I had fun, and the mental rub/tug I was in need of was achieved.
Photostory type thing:
Wet roads from the Cul-de-Sac Shack.
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Lone tracks in the parking area.
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Snow and ice. Ice and snow greeted me at the gate.
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Frozen ornament along the trail.
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Vacant.
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Alone and loving it.
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Heavy leaf in the snow.
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Frozen boundaries.
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Chilly barbed wire kisses.
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Snowy fungus stump.
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Cracking ice covered everything in the woods.
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Limbs could be heard crashing to the ground throughout the walk.
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One last shot taken as I drove home.
Time to get my fat ass to the gym to lift heavy things for no reason.
Later.