On our daily walks, Liam, in his blindness, is the perfect companion for me, with my creaky knees. We both go at about the same slow pace, and we are never impatient with each other. Liam frequently stops to sniff, and I wait for him. I frequently stop to take pictures, and he waits for me.
On our walk the other day, my eyes were drawn upwards. (Some days, I like to look down.) I saw red berries against a cerulean sky,
little brown cones,
and a tangle of yellow and brown leaves.
As always, there is something to notice and admire on our little stretch of country road.