Come For a Trot With Me

Every morning I try to go for a trot. I say trot very purposefully as it is faster than a walk yet I can't commit to calling it a run. It is a 1.5 mile loop, starting at the bridge on Lighthouse...
I then reach the dirt path around the canal...

I trot along here for a while, stopping, of course, to smell the roses.

I marvel at the homes in the area. If you look closely you can see the giant sculpture in front of this one...

This is the view from the other end of the Marina:

And then it's to the beach for the last 10 minutes. I'd be lying if I said I didn't check myself out in the mirrored windows...

And then on the way home I always see these fellows (dressed for the holidays in this picture)...
Yes...it's the Blues Brothers. By now it's normal for me to pass them on my trot, but what the f? Why does someone have a sculpture of the Blues Brothers on their deck? 

After my half hour adventure I finally arrive home...

...heart rate up, sensory satisfied and grateful to live in such beautiful surroundings.