The morning my best friend drove off, moving several hours away to start a new chapter in her life’s journey, I cried. And then I found myself, with my little camera, headed to a charming little park nearby to see what it had to offer to console my aching heart.

I must say that it became a challenge now and again as I attempted to focus through blurred eyes as they welled with tears, but I did feel better upon leaving the park than when I arrived.

Bountiful Beauty – Drost Park

Light after Dark

Babbling Brook at Drost Park

Beauty beyond the Blades

Daisies Were Dancing