Case in point: this beautiful morning. Blue skies, puffy clouds, fresh breeze, and wildflowers blooming around the lily-filled pond. Out came the camera from the pocket. Away went all thoughts of intervals.
In Sunday's post, I wrote that the pink and lavender flowers were nearly gone from the roadsides. Now I know why - they've all moved to the park.
Masses of ironweed lean out over the pond...
...such an intense fuschia colour.
The water-lilies are flourishing like the green bay tree.
Purple coneflowers look like something out of a fairy tale.
On the far side of the pond, this stunning fungus, at least a foot across, is growing from a chopped-down tree. (Why am I reminded of Star Trek? I looked around for Spock, but he wasn't there.)
On the way out of the park, loosestrife blooms at the edge of the lake.
Ah, well. I can do intervals any time, but these flowers will be gone before we know it.
I walked home as fast as I could. Does that count?
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Taking beautiful pictures must nourish your soul and is, therefore, better for you than walking could ever be. (You could always do the speed-walking on the way back).
ReplyDeleteOf course, it counts. :-)
ReplyDeleteYes, yes, yes! Shoot the flowers while you can. We could have snow in just a month... and walking without intervals is still exercise. :D
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