No one can see their reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see. ~ Taoist proverb
The river water was so clear and moving so slow. The stillness enveloped me.
In the reflection the leaves that had fallen in the river appear to be back on the branches.
There are still some leaves hanging on the maples.
This tree was filled with yellow polka dot patterns.
It’s a fungi that likes maples… kinda beautiful?
We continued on… winding river… winding trails, slanting bridges over slow moving water.
It was one of those afternoons that the light called me from tree to tree.
The leaves on these trees sometimes last all winter long, I don’t know why but I love that they do.
The birds were feasting on bugs.
The squirrels were collecting acorns.
I was collecting photos… I sat on the ground trying to get just the right angle of this dried up tulip tree branch. I’ve yet to see a tulip tree in bloom in summer?
I wonder what this is?
or this… I wonder why these branches are sprouting in mid – November?
It was a long… slow… lovely afternoon. Sunny was hungry and was howling on the bridge near the parking lot asking me to please finish up so he could go home and eat (I forgot to fill my pocket with biscuits). I reluctantly listened to his request, I could have stayed till it got dark.
P.S. If you have time, check out this post from the spring with dried tulip tree blossoms and lingering leaves. (When I read what I wrote months ago, I feel like such a new person, yet the same. It’s fun to reflect on who I was and who I am becoming.)