Here are some pictures from my bike ride this morning, going north along the Hudson River bike path. I was feeling a little sad and nostalgic because it will probably be too cold to ride soon (although who knows). So here is a little commemorative collage that I'll probably look at during the winter months. The doggy is blurred because he or she was running.

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bdogg_mcgee said…
It's so pretty up there! Sigh...
1:00 PM
Caro said…
What a pretty place.
3:31 PM
Bearette said…
Thanks! I love the path :)
3:50 PM
Anonymous said…
Wow Bearette! Those are truly lovely photos. Today's Alex's birthday and now we're thinking of riding somewhere too for the occasion. You've inspired us!
4:51 PM
Bearette said…
Happy Birthday Alex!
6:31 PM
Lora said…
I'm all choked up with homesickness. Not that I've been on the path before, but just knowing it's the Hudson. Enjoy the bike riding weather while you still can.
1:20 AM
Bearette said…
Thanks Lora. I thought of you because I remembered you liked D's pictures.
9:04 AM
Frema said…
Great shots!
10:33 AM
Bearette said…
Thanks Frema. Fortunately it has not been too cold, so i can keep going ;)
11:06 AM
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