For a man-made lake, you know, Hoyt Lake is not bad!
I love walking in the park and it takes me about 20 minutes to get to this lake but that is going the long way. If I went the short way it would be more like 10 minutes.
It can get mighty quiet around Hoyt Lake this time of year. A miracle in Buffalo! This is where I learned the chirp of the red-winged blackbird. I love that bird's harsh drawn-out call. That is the sound of summer.
You can see the spring in the picture up above! And in this one.
On the other hand I took these pictures just last week. Heck, not even a week ago! Four days ago.
You will notice there are more wintry pictures than spring pictures. I am afraid I prefer the weather the wintry way when you get down to it. I have many more pictures that I took on cold days than on beautiful idyllic summer days.
I loved taking that wintry walk four days ago. It was colder than a well-digger's ass, as Tom Waits would put it. Well, not quite as cold, but I love quoting that song. And it was just about as cold.
There was nobody in the park! I ran into one gentleman going east when I was going west. We said good morning, as Buffalonians will.
Then he said, "Beautiful day."
And I agreed.
I am trying to see if I took pictures on the drizzly day I walked this week. Yes! I did!
I do love brooding days! Here is another.
This is a Buffalo spring for you. My brother Tony described it well once. He said that in spring in Buffalo it is as if winter and summer are in a battle for every single day. That is true.
And you know what the say about March. It comes in like a lion and goes out like a lion.
I am fine with it.