Walk with Me …

Autumn is settling in, the leaves are crispy underfoot, and the sparkle on the river is courtesy of a sun meeting the trees a little earlier each day. Come walk with me …

The path to the river is thick and overgrown with the remains of summer. It’s just a step over the old, forgotten railroad tracks and through barely matted weeds to the crest overlooking the river’s edge.

Greens become burgundy and slowly drape over a slate walkway.

A faceless wraith overlooking the road to the bridge.

Late afternoon shadows fall across dried leaves, grass, and the road, which runs parallel to the river.

Froggy statuary graces a small garden spot. I am tipping my hat to Portland as I pass.

The Delaware River, looking north, a view that never wears thin, especially when it reflects a sky so insistently blue.

Covered with tombstones, ghosts, and mums, my neighbor’s fence looks even spookier at night with orange and purple lights, a big draw to Halloween night’s trick or treaters.

I never fail to be aware, and grateful, for the beauty and kindness that surrounds me where I live. Especially now. Quality of life counts for a lot.

6 thoughts on “Walk with Me …

  1. These photos are beautiful. The Fall is the best time to walk. On Saturday, we went to Padanaram Harbor, normally filled with boats during the summer. This day, only the heartiest of sailors still had their boats in the water. It was a peaceful scene with the calm water reflecting the beautiful blue sky. While gazing at the water, we couldn’t help but think of the colder weather and shorter days ahead. That season having its own beauty.

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