With many travel tales and trails still untold, a run along a hometown towpath reminded me of how much I enjoy my local trails. On my first run in Wildwood since my return, the fowl and flowers seemed as exotic as anything I experienced abroad.
The time I had planned to run a 4-miler was reallocated as I stopped for photos every couple hundred yards. Movement and beauty bid me walk and watch. The 4-miler became a 2-miler.
Color and form camouflage the gray heron as it hunts for food amongst the swamp waters. Armed only with my iPhone, the several photographers with long lenses, camouflaged themselves in the greenery at the edge of the path, are surely getting better results.
The swamp lily is looking lovely in summer yellow.
Lacking the protective coloring of the heron, this spunky great egret stared at the camera then ducked its head to troll the grasses after two of its buddies took flight. I wasn’t fast enough to catch their impressive in-flight wingspan.
The honeysuckle dominates the wild grape, both reaching for light on this shaded path.
Give nature an opportunity and it will thrive.
A heavily truck-trafficked street is mere yards away with an industrial park on the opposite side. The Wendy’s billboard is seen reflected on the swamp’s surface.
It’s good to be back on a familiar and favorite path – for now.
Traveling my way and looking for a nature run, walk or bike ride? Find the towpath and other trails on this link to localeikki.
Next week, its back to trails and tales along the Baltic.