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Bob Woodruff Park, Plano – North Pavilion

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It’s a Sun-day!

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Wakey, wakey

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Behold a bunch of Bob Ross do’s.

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Plan a party.

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Enjoy the pier and now.

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Jog the 0.9-mile trail around the lake.

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Have a beautiful day!

These shots are all from the North Pavilion side of Bob Woodruff Park. Here’s a location map. As I was driving home, a gorgeous grove by the South Pavilion called to me, but my to-do list was louder. Stay tuned for a separate post with photos.

Added 27 November 2016: Bob Woodruff Park, Plano – South Pavilion

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Oak Point Park and Nature Preserve, Plano

Having explored this park one evening a couple weeks ago, I went back today morning to hear the birds’ dawn chorus.

Approach from the parking lot to the lake

Approach from the parking lot to the lake

Picnic pavilion at sunrise

Picnic pavilion at sunrise

A brisk walk on the 0.88-mile paved trail around the lake takes me 15 minutes. More than 5 miles of soft trails wind through the adjacent meadows and woods.

A brisk walk on the 0.88-mile paved trail around the lake takes me 15 minutes. More than 5 miles of soft trails wind through the adjacent meadows and woods.

Walk in the woods along Old Oaks Trail, where you'll find some of the city's most mature oak trees.

Walk in the woods along Old Oaks Trail, where you’ll find some of the city’s most mature oak trees.

Majestic oak, your roots are showing, and they are beautiful. That this tall tree stays rooted sideways to the creek bank is a structural marvel.

Majestic oak, your roots are showing, and they are beautiful. That this tall tree stays rooted sideways to the creek bank is a structural marvel.

As I leave the chirp-filled woods, I see this graceful heron seek out breakfast.

As I leave the chirp-filled woods, I see this graceful heron seek out breakfast.

On the City of Plano web page for Oak Point Park and Nature Preserve, you’ll find park hours, a trail map and more.

White Rock Lake, Dallas

Last weekend was a gorgeous one for Dallas. Mild temps and blue skies. Perfect for a visit to White Rock Lake. Fantastic bird- and people-watching, a view no matter which way you went, and the calming effect of all that water. Bliss.

You can enlarge the photos by clicking on them for a slightly better look. Only way to see the white beaks on the coots a few shots down.

What could be more soothing than chilling by a lake with a friend.

What could be more soothing than chilling by a lake with a friend.

White pelicans out for a synchronized swim

White pelicans out for a synchronized swim.

And humans out for a synchronized row. The Highland Park Crew: blue and yellow oars slice the water as guidance comes from the coaching boat at right. Hope the rowers had a hearty brunch afterwards—they sure earned it!

And humans out for a synchronized row. The Highland Park Crew: blue and yellow oars slice the water as guidance comes from the coaching boat at right. Hope the rowers had a hearty brunch afterwards—they sure earned it!

A clump of black-crowned night herons

A clump of black-crowned night herons

Two in a boat: a floating picnic

Two in a boat: a floating picnic

You can't tell from looking at the picture, but each of those cubbies is a boat garage.

You can’t tell from looking at the picture, but each of those cubbies is a boat garage.

Coots are a hoot. They waddle on land and bob on water, their white beaks leading the way.

Coots are a hoot. They waddle on land and bob on water, their white beaks leading the way.

A beautiful tree bedecked with late-winter ornaments. Know the name?

A beautiful tree bedecked with late-winter ornaments. Happen to know the name?

As I walked I saw father and son fishing side by side, another dad helping his little girl with her lifejacket for their kayak ride; a boy in the shade reading a book; a white-bearded man on a park bench, his wicker basket-fitted bicycle propped against it. Pink-cheeked babies, toned runners, fully kitted bikers, picnic blanket nappers—a lovely cross-section of humanity enjoying the gift of a beautiful day.

Saw quite a few birds for a late-morning visit. Bet it’s a birdwatcher’s dream at daybreak. A co-worker told me that migratory birds have been known to make a stop at White Rock Lake. Ah, flocks of feathered friends from faraway lands. I’ll come say hi.