We aren't allowed to swim anywhere other than the designated beaches. There are other reasons why we don't swim here. Ugh.
I have no idea what these red berries are and I'm too lazy to find the book and look them up. They are everywhere along the tracks and the birds don't seem interested.
The cedar waxwings gather in this tree.
I don't know what this is either but we call it the spaghetti plant.
Hazy evening, almost sunset.
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