A glance to the left reminds me of commerce which occurs Monday through Friday in tall buildings and in small businesses.
An aqueduct gives up its secret when viewed from below.
Roger and I continue walking Brandywine Park, though more slowly and with more rests than on previous outings.
I marvel at the way in which nature mimics what man has created. Or is it the other way around?
Thankful for a shady spot, he rests, as an opportunistic Great Blue Heron steals breakfast.
After walking over the iron suspension bridge, again we rest.
There’s no hurry on a Sunday morning.