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.
Over the creek bridge and through the woods.
I’m all bundled up.
A very smooth path.
The blue sky is most beautiful today.
Nearing the end of my trek.
Just a few lazy clouds being carried across the sky.
I take a short cut on a narrow path up the hill.
Walking through the fallen leaves down the sky trail.
Looking down from above at the winding creek.
On the main trail. A biker ahead.
There are resting benches all along, but I pass them by.
A gorgeous day, trekking along on the winding trail.
I especially like the white birch trees, adding contrast and beauty to the picture.
Out for a walk on a warm Autumn day. Cold days ahead.
Multiple trees in the low lands.
I don’t know much about cloud formations, but this sure looks like little cotton balls in the sky. God sure is imaginative.
What a glorious sight!
A beautiful evening sky.
Amazing what He does with cotton balls!
Headed toward the creek on a beautiful winding trail.
Swamp lands next to the creek are beautiful to look at, especially at this time of year.
On the bridge looking down at the creek.
On my way home through the tall majestic pine trees.
