Dennis and I went for a short bicycle ride this morning to a park not far from here, on land which once was the home of some elite folks who could afford to move to what was then the country, and then was home to a seminary. It is also where one of our owl-watching friends watched a pair of owls raising young this summer, though we didn’t see them today.  Here is Dennis with his bicycle, with which he is becoming re-acquainted. And Jesus in the old priests’ graveyard, in the sunrise.