Local parks are the place to be

I know what you may be thinking. Aren’t local parks dangerous?

Sure.

One should always be on a heightened state of alert when parking at a large public space for free. If I were a single woman I wouldn’t do it. I’ve always said public parks are where the dead bodies end up. Case in point, I was recently diverted from Denton Creek, one of my favorite Texas parks, for another in Bob Jones Park. The issue? Four squad cars were blocking the entrance. Now cops may not have discovered a dead body because I did not see yellow tape in the vicinity, but it couldn’t have been good whatever it was.

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Winter Checkpoint

I was still dabbling with photography walking around aimlessly with my new telephoto lens unsure its purpose when I photographed what I thought was a mockingbird. However, several key features were off. The beak was hooked like a hawk and the bird was perched on a tree. The bird was unwavering as I walked under the tree. It’s gaze fixated on barbed wire across the street. Something told me I had to investigate my original claim. This experience was new.

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