There are quite a few local trails and preserves in our area but I'm always a little reluctant to go there alone because they tend to be somewhat desolate and these days I'm concerned about the possibility of some wack job stealing my camera and killing me. So I never go. Now that I have Russell home recuperating, we can check out the trails when weather permits.
We went to Monk's Park in Bourne. He's shellfished here in the past so familiar with the area. It was a very cold, crisp day but the sun felt good.
Bayberries. People make candles out of them....we did it in Campfire Girls.
Nice reflection despite the lack of foliage.
Coast guard flew over
Looking out of the cove towards Buzzards Bay
This bench was so high that I couldn't get on it and he said he felt like me cause his feet didn't touch the ground and he could swing them.
This is called pipeweed. I'd never seen it before after it turned red.
Bridge under the tracks. That puddle below it is all frozen on the edges. Puddle....more like a giant pot hole that I was a bit nervous to drive over.