A rainy morning. Kim and Charlie take off early to the “bird park” (Pioneer), and I promise to catch up with them after I finish breakfast. On the way, the usual miscellany:
I see another old geezer with a camera at the Pioneer Park Rose Garden and almost approach him, but think better of it as he is in deep concentration and there is always the matter of social distancing.
Inside the park:
Suddenly my beautiful bride and her vicious hound appear over the park’s “burial mound”:
Walking home before it starts raining hard:
