One of the things I enjoy most about my neighborhood is that I can walk. I stroll to the grocery story, the gym, the many cafés, the waterways, trail, the bus stop, and much more. I often feel like and think about my Uncle Lucho in Chile, able to walk around Los Andes on the sidewalks to get bread, veggies, meat, and just about anything else. Kinda connected to a lot of people, in a lot of lands and pasts. Really cool.
On the hill going down from my neighborhood I shot these couple pics.
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| morning fog rolling over the bridge, making a halo around the tree tops |
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| a few minutes later the sun breaks onto 3 billy goats |
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