Down by the River

Why don't I think to go down to the nearby river more often? It's so intriguing to wade through it's cold shallow waters, picking up rocks and pieces of ceramic and brick that have been tumbled smooth. And have you ever noticed that the gurgling of rushing water over stones sometimes sounds like low voices? As you can see, some early leaves are beginning to turn here in the hills, and I enjoyed watching them flutter down to the river and rush away downstream. I spent a couple of hours by myself here on Saturday, exploring, getting my sandals and pant legs soaked.

Speaking of soaked, Photo 6 was not some mysterious river dweller dragging it's prehensile tail behind it, but me being klutzy and slipping in the deep mud by the river bank. No harm done — for obvious reasons I keep my camera securely around my neck at all times.