I tried working in an hour walking the East End Park trails before a forecasted storm.
The sky was partly cloudy as I neared the lake.
An image from close to the ground looking toward the lake.
Cloud reflections on the water.
This image of the sky and clouds reflecting off the water is deceptive because dark clouds were already beginning to build up behind me.
By the time I reach the park parking lot I was soaked. (December 29, 20022) — Images by kenne
We moved to Tucson, Arizona seven years ago after living many years in the Houston area. When we return to visit family and friends, we stay with daughter Jill in Kingwood. During most visits, I go for walks in East End Park. The park takes in an area on the shore of Lake Houston. A lot of the recent flooding in Kingwood from Hurricane Harvey resulted from the lake overflowing.
Walking the trails in the park yesterday I dealt with some trails impassable, mud, debris, humid heat and many mosquitos. The gray line marking the trees and bushes in many cases was 15 feet above the ground. Now a week after cresting, most of the water is back to a normal level. Since the park has many path bridges, I was surprised to see they were still intact after all the high-water flooding.
— kenne
Walking In A World Of Green And Gray — Images by kenne
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Blackberry Season In East Texas — Photo Essay by kenne
— kenne
This Christmas Eve was sunny and warm in Kingwood, Texas and as I have done in past visits, I went for a photographic walk in nearby East End Park. It’s just what I do.
— Henry David Thoreau
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“There is no point in hurrying because you are not actually going anywhere. However far or long you plod, you are always in the same place: in the woods. It’s where you were yesterday, where you will be tomorrow. The woods is one boundless singularity. Every bend in the path presents a prospect indistinguishable from every other, every glimpse into the trees the same tangled mass. For all you know, your route could describe a very large, pointless circle. In a way, it would hardly matter.”
― Bill Bryson, A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail
Swamp — Image by kenne
— from The Swamp Angel by Herman Melville
Becoming is Superior to Being 