On this US Thanksgiving Day, in the midst of pandemic and loss, I give thanks for the simple beauty we find along the way.
Sunday evening we managed to get a bunch of us together for an outdoor communion service on the little rise behind the church.
All quiet on the golf course
The Yellow Ski Trail winds its way up and down the hills and ridges around the golf course.
Soloist and choir
Looking north over the reeds at the south end of Eastman Lake.
Yellow ski trail
If I want a long walk at Durand Eastman Park that does not follow the lakes, I take the yellow ski trail.
By the side of Eastman Lake
In case you haven’t yet caught on, I love Durand Eastman Park.
A light on my path
Different day, but still gloriously bright. I followed a path along one of the ridges jutting out into Eastman Lake.
And there were shadows
Were there is bright sunshine there are also deep shadows.
Simon & Garfunkel’s words have been echoing through my head. I don’t feel old, but I will readily agree that it feels strange to be seventy.
Back when I first heard the song in the 1960s I thought seventy was old. I’m not so sure of that now.