Sunday morning walk

How about a Sunday morning walk?  I left the house this morning at about 5:55.  It was still a bit dim.

This is the view from my mother's front door.  On the left there you can see my brother's house, barely a hop and a skip away.

I was headed up a hillside this morning, into a residential area above the valley.  At the first ten minute mark, the only thing photogenic was some nice plumeria growing in a yard.

And finally at the top of the hill... about 15 or 20 minutes into my walk.  I've never tried to go up farther as I huff and puff just to get up this far.  Probably the view is more spectacular from higher up or there is no view from the street because of all the homes. This view is spectacular enough for me and I always take a once-a-year picture from this viewpoint.

Here's another shot from under a palm tree.

I stayed around a few minutes shooting with different modes on my camera so my walk timing got discombobulated.  Lots of DRY flowers and brush around.

Okay, let's start on down the other side of the hill.  Ten more minutes of walking and lots of beautiful homes.  I liked the driveway lamps that were still lit along the street.

Ah...  Here we are back on the main road.  My legs got a workout today on those hills.  And up in the extremely tall trees (sorry I didn't take the telescopic lens today) were the neighbors' noisy peacocks.

Another ten minutes and I reach my old high school there on the left.  I marvel at the fact that I probably walked to the high school only three or four times in my four years of attending the school and yet after I hit middle-age I make this walk everyday of every summer.

I found someone peering down at me.  What is this?  I don't think it is hawk... but we have those too in the area.  Sadly all too often we hear of people losing their cats or dogs from hawks and coyotes (which I haven't spotted yet though they were great abundance last summer).  I guess hawks and coyotes and this fellow have to eat too.

And here I am ten minutes later heading back towards home.  This is the only street that I have to run across and though on Sundays there isn't much traffic, during the weekdays it takes me awhile to get across.  No crosswalk or light here.

Not too photogenic but a shot of my brother's long driveway leading from the street.  The house is way back at the end behind the farthest trees.

And here we are a minute later back at my brother's/mother's house.  My mother's casita is directly in front, my brother's main house is to the right.  That big window used to be my old bedroom when I was a child and Kiana occupies it now.  The house is set back away from everything and everybody, no traffic, not much noise.  Everybody, including my mother, meanders back and forth from house to house.

And once home from my walk (today it was an hour and ten minutes) I'm ready for some Trader Joe's granola!