Creve Coeur is way more than after work stroll level, and will probably be the subject of future posts as well. For today, I wandered around the waterfall side of the path that circles the larger lake.
Although mostly frozen, there was a surprising amount of water still flowing and splashing over the stones of the waterfall.
The lake is grey and choppy. It seems high for this time of year. Gulls swoop and call over the open waters and a goose skims long and low just above the surface.
The shallow waters near the bridge are still and frozen on both sides of the trail.
I’m shocked by the number of people out of this icy day. Dog walkers and joggers, okay, but bicycles?
I love riding in this park, but the thought of the damp cold wind on their reddened faces doesn’t even sound fun today.
I’ll take my quiet walk for now, stopping for shot of an interesting tree or a soaring birds, rubbing my frozen fingers, and shrugging deeper into my puffy down coat.
Rambling ... 