I was glad to see the snow and ice thawed off of Rice Creek, so I thought I would follow it around and get a few photos. It a little difficult walking in the dead grass; I had to be careful not to turn my ankle. Overall, it was a wonderful day.
Looking back at this day of 40 degree weather, bitter cold and snow was just a day away, and these Mallard ducks were enjoying their last days.
Soon the creek will be iced over.
Leaving the ducks, I headed up this familiar trail. It was supposed to be warm, but there was a cold wind from the northwest. Winter was coming.
Before long my pleasant walk was almost over. The days are short and sunlight will soon be gone.
I’m sure this is just a weed, but in the fall it looks quite beautiful with its white fuzz and shiny golden stems.
Here’s a Monarch sharing space with a Bumblebee.
After walking on the narrow path along the river for a while, I decided to walk on this broad path–the way that leads to destruction, and there are many that go this way (Matthew 7:14).
It’s beautiful how the light reflects off this grass.
There is a place in this field where this type of grass grows so much taller. It ‘s a mystery to me why it grows so tall in this one particular area.
So beautiful how the setting sun lights up this bare tree.
I always choose the most treacherous path, because to me its the most adventurous.
There is a wider trail just a few yards over to the right where most people walk. But for most of the way I choose “the narrow way.”
You have to be always alert to choose this path, and sure footed. It’s a dangerous road–like the world we live in. We musty be always on the alert for danger!!
The river is the great Mississippi. It is November the 28th, two days after Thanksgiving. Today it is 50 degrees, very warm for Minnesota. This will be maybe my last warm outing of 2020.
I come to the end of my walk. I will walk across that bridge over the river and looking down on the dam.