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End of the year, beginning of new path? In either case, it’s a wrap!

The Dawn Jogger thought a bit carefully about where she was going to jog on this last day of 2011, and therefore the last day of Dawn Jogger 2011.The excitement was that she was actually jogging, as she had done … Continue reading

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Holly, holly everywhere she looks

The Dawn Jogger stayed in central Menlo Park this morning on a four mile neighborhood walk and everywhere she looked there was holly. Not all holly looked the same and she realized when she returned home, she’d photographed a half … Continue reading

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In the pink with a dash of blue and white

A pink sky greeting the Dawn Jogger again this morning. Against the blue sky and with a swath of white tule fog over Lake Lagunita, it almost looked like a flag. Sun still taking its time to come up…

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And a sea of pink descended overhead

That’s how the Dawn Jogger felt this morning when she set out pre-dawn for her Bedwell Bayfront loop walk. This relatively new Wednesday ritual prior to a Pilates class nearby rarely disappoints. At this time of year, just need to … Continue reading

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Who forgot to bring the Christmas green?

That’s what the Dawn Jogger thought this morning when she walked the Dish. There are tiny remnants of green from the October rain but the overall picture is stubby brown. Hardly typical for this time of the year…

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The morning after at a favorite Peninsula trail

The Dawn Jogger made sure she had all her stuff together before she left Christmas dinner last night. But when she got home she realized she had left her camera. So this morning found her heading back up the Peninsula … Continue reading

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Nothing says Christmas like grandkids!

Grace awoke this morning and announced that Santa had whispered “Merry Christmas” to her. She found he’d left a gigantic doll house for her and a rocking horse with a jaunty baseball head for James. Before the excitement of the … Continue reading

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