The birds and flowers

I tried to walk to the river everyday.I stpo a lot to write phrases that come in my head, take photos, or talk to people I meet.

Three walkers are ahead of me: One going towards the river and 2 are returning from the river.

A reflection from a tree catches my attention. A spider web.

Afterwards I start looking for the birds. I hear their calls and songs during my walk.

I pass by clusters of flowers.

A fisherman in a boat comes around.

I walk the same path home

and find early arrival of ghosts.

The day is cool but sunny. The colors are starting to change.