Lunch by the creek...

I took the opportunity provided by this beautiful Good Friday and did a little exploration during my lunch hour. I decided to visit a local park, which has a creek (pronounced crick oftentimes in these parts... being that I'm a Yankee, it's a creek to me...) running through. Every morning, I drive by this creek during the heaviest of traffic, running too late to take a moment to stop, but I always tell myself that I will stop, one day and shoot a few pictures of this charming little creek running through the park. Well, today was the day... I grabbed some lunch to-go, and I found a parking spot near the park. I grabbed my camera and took a nice, quiet stroll, over an aged foot bridge (where I was nearly run over by a woman on a bicycle in a hurry...), to find the perfect spot to capture the scenery. It was so quiet and peaceful. There was a man tossing a frisbee with his dogs, a mother with a couple of small children laughing and squealing on the playground equipment, some older women sitting and chatting around a picnic table enjoying the soft breeze and cool temps, and of course, the crazy bicycle assassin. It offered a great opportunity for me to relax and unwind after a hectic week. It truly was serenity at its best. If I could have stayed out there all day, I would have. I ran out of pictures though... too many portions, unfortunately, contained ridiculous amounts of litter. People are so lazy that it makes me sick sometimes. Not to mention, the creek was at extremely low levels(thanks to our monotonous dry spell - did I mention we're under a red flag warning?), so it was covered in lots of plant growth... The little purple flowers at the base of the tree caught my interest, but on closer inspection turned out to be weeds. I have this thing for floral weeds... All-in-all, a fabulous way to spend a lunch hour on a lovely afternoon. I highly recommend it...

This Sunday, some church friends and we are planning a picnic at that military recreational facility that I've shot pictures at before. I am looking forward to a nice, quiet picnic out there with dear friends. I'll bring my camera... and long johns... as per Mark's AFD: ITS GOING TO FEEL MORE LIKE CHRISTMAS THAN EASTER THIS WEEKEND AS AN UNUSUALLY COLD AIRMASS BUILDS SEWD ACROSS DIXIE. I'm dreaming of a white Easter... just doesn't sound right... it is possible for us to break some records with this one... sigh. Have I mentioned that I hate the cold???

Ciao,
~Dewdrop