We enjoyed a varied walk in SB’s Oak Park this evening. First clambering along the creekbed, then across the grass where the trees framed a magnificent view of the mountains still in the sun.
3119 Mountain Light
Ever playful, Anne clambered inside a hollow tree to vamp for the camera.
3128 Tree Goddess
In the quiet shadows of Oak Park with sun still glinting on treetops beyond, we huddled at the footbridge to enjoy the old tree it frames so nicely.
3141 Bridge to Branch
Talking quietly, we recalled this same bridge on bright summer days flowing with people coming and going at one or another of the annual ethnic festivals. A whiff of fine cuisine wafting among the branches at the French Festival. Memories of paradise.
John & Anne Wiley 
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