I was back near the land of my birth one time, visiting places I had once played in. This land had been the grounds of a hunting lodge when there were far fewer people and far more open country than now. The hunting lodge faded away sometime when I wasn't paying attention and was taken over as a metropolitan park. Hiking/biking trails now wind through the woods and along the lake where I had once enjoyed skinny-dipping with certain friends.

Can't do that now ...

And I must have been immune to the mosquitos back then ... or they're newcomers.

So I was wandering around the paths - observing remnants of fences that I had once crossed over (the lodge grounds were private), mostly cut-off pieces now grown into what were once saplings, now mature oaks and maples..

These girls came up over the hill and stopped when they saw me coming the other way. We talked a bit, I took this photo, and we went on our ways ... I'm sure I was gone from their minds by the time they got to the bottom of the hill; myself at least thinking of the time when I'd have been of an age to want to get to know them in a completely different manner than I feel now.