Two small, spring-fed creeks flow past the fencelines onto our farm, then merge into one not far from the house. The upper branch drains a larger area and sometimes floods out of its banks, but its spring isn’t as strong. It rarely flows steadily once summer heat sets in. It is, however, the more interesting of the two with its tumbling rock falls, gurgling passages and deeper pools.
A stroll along the banks in search of spring morels leads to distractions. There’s much to be seen at water level — interesting mosses, weathered stones, and the constantly changing patterns on the water’s surface as it flows between and sometimes beneath the rocks.
The ripples and eddies follow a pattern, yet subtle differences make each moment’s view unique.
Focusing the lens closer, a water strider and its reflection are captured in an image of the surface.
A slight adjustment of focus reveals the ripples the water strider leaves on the surface of an otherwise calm pool.
Another slight focal adjustment reveals the creek bottom more clearly beneath the water strider.
How strange is it that I can entertain myself for hours in the woods with such things?
Was your favorite toy as a child an old pot and a wooden spoon? 🙂
Metal spoons are better for digging, but yeah, add in a couple of cats & a border colilie, and you have a picture of me as a child.
I was thinking more along the lines of Ruprick
Not strange at all! Beautiful day in the woods today.