the view

A favorite walk of mine in Marshall was down the airport road.  At a specific spot in the walk it seemed an appropriate place to sit a while.  Here the stream under the bridge met the slough and the distant hills. 

 Arriving in August, we picked berries out here.

 September and fall came along.

 October and frost set in.

 Winter, darkness and snow made walks less frequent.

 The last good snow let us cross-country ski.

Springtime as the thaw began.