The pandemic reignited walking around the neighborhood block. My neighborhood is a landscape that has been a part of my life since I was five years old.
In the ’70s, I biked, raced, and wandered inside most of the homes in my neighborhood. I at least made it inside the front door for trick or treating. Every porch light was on for that night.
In the ’80’s I walked around the block when I returned home on Navy leave, usually as part of our Thanksgiving tradition to walk off the turkey.
In the ’90s visiting my parents, I walked my children around the block to expend some of their energy on Christmas day. I was always noting the tearing down of the familiar homes replaced with upscale and more significant-sized homes. I also witnessed many of the empty lots populated with new construction.
In 2001, I moved back into the family home in the neighborhood. There is so much to discover in this simple gift of decades of a familiar landscape. It would be false to think I know the places I have walked through at almost every hour of the day and night. But on days like today, I would say there is still so much to see and find something new about which to stand still and wonder.
I find Hegel’s words to be so true on days like today.
Generally, the familiar, precisely because it is familiar, is not known.
Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel
These pictures can only provide an effort at the miraculous day that unfolds for me and you, no matter where we live.
The gold of the light on the bridge captivates. 
October 31 ghoul with November buds 
The colors of summer hanging on in autumn
What’s wonder-ful where you walk? Look around. Look around.