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.
The creek is barely moving this time of year.
I sometimes take this shortcut on this small deer trail.
A common, lazy trail.
These days there are always bridges to evade any trouble. We are so protected–overprotected.