The Yellow Ski Trail winds its way up and down the hills and ridges around the golf course.
Looking north over the reeds at the south end of Eastman Lake.
This just got a whole lot more personal as our 35 year old son announced on Father’s Day that he was now she.
If I want a long walk at Durand Eastman Park that does not follow the lakes, I take the yellow ski trail.
Last shot on the roll. I was saving it for a view that demanded a photograph. I crossed over the ridge and the park road and was about to head back into the woods and down toward Durand Lake. I looked up.
Eastman Lake in Durand Eastman Park. I recognized the spot as one I had photographed a week before with the cellphone.
In case you haven’t yet caught on, I love Durand Eastman Park.
I have come to that stage in my life where Father’s Day means visiting my parents’ gravesite.
Different day, but still gloriously bright. I followed a path along one of the ridges jutting out into Eastman Lake.
Were there is bright sunshine there are also deep shadows.