After a rousing game of Alphabet Dice, my sister Dee had to run some errands with her parents. After waiting for a while, we figured they'd be gone a long time. I wandered outside and headed down the golf cart path with my camera. Oh--here's the new word game I played:
The golf cart paths in this town run everywhere--behind every house, under highways, into shopping centers. There are even golf cart parking spaces!
At first, I hesitated to wander out, since the streets are twisty and I never know where I'm going. (Give me Chicago-style streets any day of the week!) I finally started walking down a path, and figured I'd simply turn around and follow the path in reverse.
Even in January, I spotted color amid the orange-brown pine needles and gray overcast skies.
Street signs caught my attention and I took a few shots. I'd love to live on a street with this name!
A rosebud! In January!!
The path I was on eventually led into a cul-de-sac, and a subdivision. I was now on the street. Literally. Oh, well. I kept walking, snapping pictures as I went. I loved the flowers in the window box below.
Ooh--a mailbox with an "S" just for me to shoot!
Pine trees literally infested this back yard! Among them was some tall grass, barely waving in the almost still air.
A pretty birdhouse sat atop an iron pole.
I got to the end of the street, turned--I think--then went down another. Finally, I stopped. I was lost.
Treasuring life's moments,
Christine
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