Roarin’ Creek Pics, Curated by Cat

Franklin Hears Things

When the creek’s high we humans can hear it roar from the yard but Franklin hears it from indoors, even before it rises enough to be audible to us. We had a lot of rain this year in winter and spring.

The pictures won’t necessarily be in sequence.

The next two were taken February 12, 2020. I shot through the trees  because we don’t always go to the creek in winter and spring. You wouldn’t want to slip and fall into some of these floods. Even if you don’t end up in the Gulf of Mexico, you’d have a hard time getting yourself out. The hubs calls the leaning tree on the right-hand side of the picture “The Tenacitree”. It stays there even though a lot of the earth around its roots has washed away.

Currents in a rush

Only two months ago but it feels so distant now

Another reason not to make the longer trek to the creek edge is that it gets buggier and snakeyier as spring seeps in. The next three were taken April 3, 2020:

Blue glimpse

Jazzed flood

Somber rush

The amount of blue reflected from the creek is going to depend on cloud cover, slant of sun-rays, and whichever ways the canopy is letting the light through at a given instant.

These trees are dense but there’s a creek ahead, there really is.

April 3, 2020.

Upstream moods

Looking back, in January we went down close to the creek, like we do in autumn. The stream was at high water and it was colorful.

Swift travels

Downstream had color too:

January waves

And sparkles:

Winter waves and sparkles

And more sparkles:

Wash that shore!

Winter evening’s last picture

Before I left, I took a picture through a small tree.

February 6, 2020. An overcast day, you can see the color of the silt and the sand carried by the water:

Again with the rain and the floods

Then there was April 20, 2020 …

Brilliant waves

… when we went to the flooded creek on impulse. It’s mostly reddish silt and reflected green from leaves; foliage blocks more of the sky so there were only a few traces of blue. It’s now too far for me to walk down to the tenacitree along the creekside route. Which was okay that day as the hubs found a cotton-mouth water moccasin there. Apparently floods tend to wash them up on the banks. So, we likely won’t go all the way down to the creek again until fall.

I might have missed a flood or two in this history, there were so many of them. But May was fairly dry. Now that we’re shifting into summer, next post we’ll have another look back into spring. And more kitten pictures are coming soon too!

Lagniappe:

Shelley the Gorgeous

Lovely Shelley!