We went to the creek on November 1 but the above picture is from November 2. Notice that the reflections are mainly blue sky and green foliage.
Franklin stays busy making himself comfortable but he’s ever watchful too.
On November 3, fall tree color was beginning to show in the water.
We were there on November 1, when most of the action was at the edges. The creek was running high and silty from several gully-washer rain events. It was reflecting, just not at full tilt. Parts of the canopy looked like this:
. . . and the ground looked like this:
And the water was like this:
Even fast and murky, it was haunting:
The next two days we had:
Raccoon tracks were revealed on sandy edges:
“Y’all have to see tracks to know those raccoons are out there? Just sniff for ’em, that’s how I know they’re around.”
“You have a better sense of smell than we do.”
“Snort! Yeah I knew that!”
Just looking into the water, on November 2 and 3 we could make abstract art of whatever image fragments were being tossed up from the depths:
Tranquil pine as we left the creekside:
Y’all, I have a gazillion autumn creek and tree pictures this year. I can make posts of these for some time. Our crawling autumn drags special effects along its way to winter. Stay tuned because a few days after these were taken, around November 5th or 6th, we walked to the creek and saw this glowing up at us, which means a bunch of even wilder and weirder pictures are within and around this scene:
Franklin wants to remind everyone that “our” book – now he feels he had a paw in seeing it through to publication – would make a great holiday present! Here’s the Amazon link, for other online booksellers see the “Order Catwoods The Book Online” page under the banner above.