The light had truly fallen now, so I picked up the pace on the return trip along the river walk. The sun was completely behind the ridge, and thin clouds turned the sky a dirty white, like old linens, in the west. The river’s surface color changed too.
But there were still a few surprising and subtly beautiful sights to capture. This new log was waylaid on its journey downstream – caught in the last drop of the water level. After the huge swell and flooding in many areas this weekend, I’m wondering if this remnant of a tall tree moved on. I’ll have to go see.
These images are part of a series posted chronologically from one river walk on Jan 13/18. I wanted to take you along on this beautiful winter day and share what you might have stumbled upon if you were walking in my shoes. To take the whole walk, start with clicking on Along the Way and use right arrow or Older Posts button to scroll through them all. Or use the Search tool just below the posts to find Along the Way. I’ll keep adding images each day until we wander back home.