Courtesy in Three Words

“On your left!” This is a common courtesy shout-out that bicyclists are supposed to give others on the trail system rather than silently passing and scaring the crap out of the person or persons walking or biking on the right. I’ve already noticed that this courtesy has been in short supply as the weather has turned warmer. I’m not sure if bikers are embarrassed to say those three words, if they don’t know they are supposed to say those threeRead more

Shadowing of Spring?

Over at No Facilities this morning, Dan gave his readers the duality of a Florida sunset from a business trip and this past week’s snowpocalypse in the Northeast. The only good thing about the snow photos was pretty girl Maddie, the queen of her backyard mountain. Given a choice, I imagine Dan would prefer to be back in Florida where there are no snowblowers to be found and the weather is a tad bit warmer. A reply to my comments,Read more

Ice and Snow Ditty

Just a little ditty About winter ice and snow I went for a walk yesterday Dumb idea, don’t you know It seemed okay The path under my feet Until I reached the fence And few tracks to be seen At first the footing was sure And I walked with a modicum of ease Then the ice skating began With two wobbly, unsuspecting knees You see, the walking path was white White with new-fallen snow But underneath was black ice ARead more

The Trail’s Horizon

The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.  ~Christopher McCandless~ For this week’s Daily Post photo challenge, Krista encourages us to think ahead to new horizons and New Year’s resolutions. I don’t usually make resolutions on January 1st, because they tend to fall away by February or March and then I’m simply bummed andRead more

The Sparse of a Farm

Daily Post Photo Challenge: This week, get inspired by the many connotations of the word “spare.” Earlier in May, when trees were still in “spring green” mode, I went for a walk on the Friendship Trail during lunch. This day, I drove to the gas station that’s a mile away, parked, and walked a different section of the trail in order to be surrounded  by different scenery. Along the way, I found a patch of sparse, courtesy of a localRead more

Raindrops on Roses…

Today is not an especially good day, considering the head cold and subsequent stomach bug that began their visit on Tuesday. I’m feeling better, but not 100%. I’d rather be at work, getting the job done, enjoying a lunchtime walk on a sunny 78 degree day. Instead, while lounging in my pajamas, I have the ability to share what is a special day through a kaleidoscope of photos. I cannot choose one day in particular for this challenge, so I present a gallery ofRead more

He Didn’t Win

  Natasha declared Wednesday night that if no one returns to the bridge, he has won. If you read my very last post, you know that our community suffered a tragedy this past Sunday evening when a lone gunman shot and killed two adult men and an 11 year old girl on the Trestle Trail bridge, not far from where I work. The community has since come together with love and support of the victims and their families in many heartfeltRead more

Why?

Back on April 14th, I wrote about rejoicing in the first bike ride of the season. If you didn’t click on the link to that post, please do so. I only ask that you go look at the photo. Pay attention to where I am standing and the Trestle Trail bridge behind me. I’ll wait. I remember that day, when my biking buddy commented about how wonderful it was to see so many people out on the trail and in theRead more

The Color of April

I went for a walk at noon on Monday. The temperature was 55 degrees. Today, on Tuesday, the high is 35 degrees. Typical April, the roller coaster month of weather. The northern part of Wisconsin may get a snowstorm, 6-12″, starting Thursday night. Ouch! The month of April is also shades of brown – grass that hasn’t turned green, dried leaves still clinging to the trees, and brown, muddy fields waiting for the seeds of corn and hay. I loveRead more