|In the old half-dead willow over the Centennial Park duck pond|
|I love these twisty branches|
|A bit of wind makes ripples on the pond.|
|English daisies brighten the ground.|
|In a large, goose-eaten, bud-sprinkled, mossy field, a lone daffodil catches the afternoon light.|
We spent some time here, just photographing trees. I'll post the results tomorrow or Friday.
(And, for those who wondered, I just checked on Patience, the hermit crab. She's doing fine.)