Seasons change so imperceptibly, day by day, you hardly notice the change, until one day you realize how much it different things look. These photos were all taken in the past week or so. Almost as soon as the marsh plants have greened and grown, they begin their downward spiral to the browns of fall. At one point, they morph through a yellowish phase which can be very prominent if the light is right as is the case in these pictures.
I thought you might like to see how beautiful it can be down at the river. If you look carefully at the top of the sycamore tree center right, you will see an eagle sitting on a favorite perch.
The white flowers are the original marsh mallows which bloom between late July and mid August.
Here, one of the osprey chicks is practicing it's moves pretending to catch a fish. The marsh behind it is filled with birds I have never filmed. Red-winged blackbirds nest there as well as Canada geese, but so do many other birds that I cannot even guess what they are from their calls. Sound carries a long ways over water and I'll often hear owls hooting in the trees in the background.
This always appears to be a point in the river, but in actuality it is simply a bend in the river. The place where I stand is the straight part of an oxbow in the river. In the first picture, the river is close to the far shore, then turns toward where I stand through a straight section of maybe a quarter mile before it swings back to the far shore in the Fourth photo.
I have taken these photos many times before, but I am always struck by the lighting and cannot resist the urge to take them again.
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