morning walk with Sparky
this would have been my father's 66th birthday if he were still here...
An unusually open view of Dry Creek, most of the way the trees are too thick to get this type of view.
Sun sparkles on the water, Sparky wants to get down to the creek but I didn't wear shoes I want to get wet today.
Sparky waits while I take a photo.
(I always keep her on a leash on our walks but used digital magic to take it out - beware the "truth" of photographs.)
Oaks provide cool shade over most of the trail here, making it one of my favorite places to walk in the summer.
Young oaks staking out their own ground.
Well established oaks and the remains of an old ranch fence - this was a privately owned ranch at one point - still a working ranch with cattle & horse boarding & riding. (Sparky is slowly learning what I want her to stay out of on the bridal path.)
We walked around the perimeter of part of the ranch today instead of heading back up the creek trail - this live oak has a cage around it's trunk to protect it from marauding cattle.
Then we cut across to the pond, causing a great stir amongst the ducks and geese, who fussed loudly but avoided us by heading into the pond. Sparky was only moderately interested in them, but nearly found rolling in their droppings irresistible. A good hold on the leash kept her clean -
Several fishing docks jut into the pond, only a couple didn't host fishermen this morning.
The trees planted in the park picnic area create an interesting pattern of light and shadow.
Spent flowers still stand strong beneath oaks back along the bridal path.
Sentinels along the fence-line of the ranch.
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