A grand day out

And now I'm posting again. I don't like leaving a post about Dad at the top of the blog because anything I write about him seems like a big lie, like it's just something to write about; and not writing about him seems like a big lie, too, because I am thinking about him more or less constantly.

But I'm also doing other things! Like taking long walks along the B-Line trail, including its newest leg, from Second Street to Winslow.

Here's the evidence:

On Saturday's walk, Henry was thrilled to discover two diggers parked alongside the trail. By Sunday, he was greeting them as old friends.

We think the pedestrian bridge over Grimes looks dauntingly steep. Aren't there rules about things like this?

I liked the tone of some of the graffiti.

We didn't recognize the balls on this tree. Assuming they represent some kind of reproductive strategy, it doesn't seem very effective. But pretty!

Peter & Henry

Leora & James