Along the way

Sometimes you just go strolling and let eyes pick up bits and pieces, pretty images for the memory bank.

My eyes spotted an interesting piece of "wood". Oops! Not wood, but how did this get onto the path. Totally dead. I picked it up. It was as stiff as wood.

Looks who's turning yellow.

Loads of goldfinches and not in the sharing mood.

It's not easy getting the song sparrow because they're always picking on the ground, head down. One photo op. 125th of a second.

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