Neckties Be Gone

When I was watching the tennis match on Sunday, it struck me that no one wears ties anymore, even when they are wearing suits. Well, the orange one did of course, but otherwise,  even the exalted big wigs who presented the trophies wore no ties under their finely-tailored suit jackets.

Speaking of the orange one, what a gall to hold up the event for more than a half hour while spectators were searched. At Wimbledon, even royalty does not hold up the game.

Meanwhile, I have some more walkie pics. Of course I do. I'll probably cut back on these sometime, but autumn approaches, and there is change in the air: leaves drop, and colours pop.

These are from the part of the trail that we accessed from the arena sometime last week. Sue has fits trying to get me to fake smile for the birdie, but every now and then something happens that causes a genuine smile. It’s usually me doing something silly with the camera or at least the camera doing something silly while I hold it. Whatever it was in this case, it caused much mirth. The colour was off and showed my face as very red which it wasn’t, so a mono conversion was my solution. 

There are several mini paths off the main trail toward the river. We often bypass them, but we meandered down a few on that day. I like this photo of all of the little trees with their slender vertical trunks.

It feels too early, but autumn colour is beginning to appear.

I have one more photo from a different walk, in which we spotted a Great Blue Heron, near where we saw the Green Heron a week or so ago.