Took my camera on a walk this morning. We have a lot of the things I love up here in my neighborhood. Lots of Oak trees, birds, wild flowers (read weeds), and sometimes a view of the Sierra's with snow. I just went on the short walk, next time I'll do the long walk and go into the group of homes next to mine. They could be said to be the 'other side of the tracks', meaning the homes are way more 'bigger' and expensive than mine and they have moats (okay, it's a ditch, but a big one, my imagination says moat).
As I was starting on my walk the man and dog was passing by. They walk every day. We exchange good mornings and a thought or two. As the man walks, he cleans up. He picks up trash and puts it in the nearest trash can. Picks up branches and tosses them out of the street, things like that. Reminds me of my dad. He was always picking up things out of the street or gutter, if they didn't belong there. One time when I was very little he stopped the car on the side of the road, without saying anything to us, and got out and went back a ways to pick something he saw in the middle of the road. It was a tool. He just gets back into the car with his treasure. He did things like that often. Anyway, I like this man and his dog. Sometimes his wife is with him.