I took a walk this morning in one of my favorite Big City Parks. I got a few good pics of this little bridge. Nothing significant about it except that from this little bridge you can get yourself a drink of water, head for the red barn there on the right or go take a pee in the outhouse. Oh, and the flowers are pretty. Not bad for autumn. This picture is for my grandson Nicholas who has a "Bridge Folder" in his computer. I'll send it to him. Don't tell him; it's a surprise.
Oh, and don't we love three colors of red? Barn Red, Autumn Leaves and Rusty Rails.
I couldn't get a picture of this, but it was the best part of the walk today. I passed by a children's play area. A little toddler about 26 inches tall, about 16-18 months old saw me and came running toward me. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" he kept yelling. Well, I hated to disappoint him, so I gave him a friendly little wave. His mom called him back to the swings.
Well, I don't know what his dad looks like, but he must really be good looking, don't you think?