I leave my house on a beautiful May afternoon for a walk to the park.
Everything is getting greener by the day.
This part of the lakeside path was once a railroad spur laid to receive ice harvested from the lake in winter.
Cutler Lake looks exceptionally lovely today.
The path past the lake leads into a forest.
What is this? I'm tempted to say it's some missile test gone wrong, but it's probably part of an old water works.
The smell of fresh pine is everywhere.
"'Good-bye!, said Gandalf to Thorin. 'And good-bye to you all, good-bye! Straight through the forest is your way now. Don't stray off the track! -- if you do, it is a thousand to one you will never find it again and never get out of Mirkwood; and then I don't suppose I, or anyone else, will ever see you again.'"
The tops of the pines tower high above the forest floor.
This is not the best picture of me; but it's probably the best I can do with no one to point the camera.