A Cold, Misty Night at the Park

After a drive around the county that produced nothing, I found myself just down the street from home, at Taylor’s Bull Branch Park.   Heaven knows what I was thinking, unloading the tripod and wandering into a chilly mist.    After a time, with the mist increasing its presence, turning into more of a steady rain, I moseyed on back home.   Still, to be by the  meandering stream, among the cypress trees,  is sweet.   

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