December 28th, it’s gusty and cold, clouds scuttling back and forth across the sun.
Rolling waves slosh against trailside bramble and the waterfall trickles sluggishly over the boulders.
The gravel pedestrian trail is nearly abandoned. Even the dog walkers stick to the asphalt today. It’s packed with birds, singing and calling and darting from tree to tree as I approach; then melting into the rushes when I stop to focus my camera.
Rambling ... 