Pine cones pop up amongst the branches, reaching for the sun.
The path winds through a forest of green.
Passing the morning perched atop weathered driftwood.
Tall trees stand guard along the grassy perimeter.
Clouds float across the valley after the rainstorm.
Orange and green overshadow the creekside banks.
Fall leaves cover the bridge across the creek…and everything else in the park.
Who raked this sea of green through the fallen leaves?
Photos from Sue 