Walking in Autumn

“Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn--that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness--that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.” 
― Jane Austen, Persuasion

It has come to my attention that some of my readers are becoming haters:)  For those of you who die a little inside when they read my blog posts, wishing you lived where we live, you may not want to read any further.  However, if you are secure in your surroundings, feel free to peruse this random collection of photos from some of my walks in the past few weeks.  There's nothing like walking to bring on writing!

A misty morning yesterday

Instead of walking, we decided to go to the beach this past weekend.

This made me think of a walk from my friend Laurie's book

Our last summer swim took place here

Like a scene out of The Hobbit

Stay tuned for an interview with Julia after her four-day field trip to Bamfield.  We sure miss her and can't wait until her return tomorrow!