FALL BIKE RIDE – AND THE PHOTO THAT WASN’T
A change of pace:
Before we all completely leave the month of October, I have a set of photos waiting on my Desktop for The Spruce Tunnel.
It’s Fall. The acorns wait like slippery ball bearings on my lawn, hiding in the grass and leaves. A person can walk across the grass for a while, then suddenly start flailing his arms as he skids on a hard patch of acorns. Amusing — unless you’re the one doing the skidding.
The following photos are quite uninteresting; rather bland, really, but what couldn’t be captured by my camera was the peace of the day, the peacefulness of the neighborhood during my bike ride. It was a good, normal, peaceful day amidst the problems and concerns I was having this Fall.
And I was on a mission!
We’ve been supplied with a generous amount of acorns this year. The squirrels are happy and visibly active all over the neighborhood, so I thought this would be a good time of the year to catch a photo of our elusive family of ALBINO squirrels. Albino squirrels are so white, they have an total absence of color. They’re interesting to see, darting around like little patches of squirrel-shaped non-existence. They are mesmerizing to watch.
I found one a few blocks away, scratching around right on the side of the street. As soon as I remembered my camera and brought it out of my pocket …. it disappeared into the low bushes. I could hear him, but he never reappeared.
So I took a picture of the bushes – his hiding place.
Maybe I could capture an albino squirrel somewhere else. Lots of pleasant houses around here. It was a quiet afternoon, but there was a sense of quiet activity around the homes too. This one was busy with Fall lawn maintenance trucks, tree trimming and mowing. People were at work. A quiet neighborhood can employ a lot of people during the daytime.
My mission went on. I didn’t see as many squirrels of any kind as I thought I would, but I did find some unidentifiable birds on someone’s front lawn:
Here they are closer up. They’re unidentifiable to me, at least. Heron sort of things?
Beginning the long downhill road to home. . .
Free! Free motion, no pedaling for a quarter of a mile.
It was an hour-long pleasant bike ride that gave me some real contentment. Hubbie and I worked very hard to be able to eventually live in a quiet neighborhood like this.
At last I coasted down my own street, with my own home up ahead.
But no albino squirrels that day.
So, here —
I’ll give you someone else’s. They really do exist!
I hope you can all slow down for a while, and enjoy your own neighborhood. Enjoy a little search of some kind, even if you don’t find what you’re looking for.