Last Sunday morning, a few of us met at the Creek to haul off scrap metal, drink cold tea, or walk slowly along the remains of the stream.
A kind couple had approached me while I was working the ambulance a few days ago, and they asked if I had any work for them, cutting weeds, hauling off junk, etc. I told them to meet me at the Creek Sunday. So for half a day in the sweltering loveliness of a little canyon, the two of them loaded their pickup full of old metal filing cabinets, electric wire, broken grills, and defunct yard-art. I hope they were able to exchange it for a worthwhile sum.
Some of Harlin's photos from that Sunday morning. :
Some faces.
And more from the drought. The cedar elms of the county seem to be taking it the hardest. These from up on Whitman's Rough next to the road.
A kind couple had approached me while I was working the ambulance a few days ago, and they asked if I had any work for them, cutting weeds, hauling off junk, etc. I told them to meet me at the Creek Sunday. So for half a day in the sweltering loveliness of a little canyon, the two of them loaded their pickup full of old metal filing cabinets, electric wire, broken grills, and defunct yard-art. I hope they were able to exchange it for a worthwhile sum.
Some of Harlin's photos from that Sunday morning. :
Sesbania herbacea
Switchgrass
Widow Skimmer (Libellula luctuosa)
[The male Widow Skimmer differs from the female in that he shows the broad white patches mid-wing, as seen here above. Dragon flies have been placed with the taxonomic order Odanata, a group of insects that lived during the Carboniferous period, a time when the rocks of this Creek property were forming and some 100 million years earlier than the dinosaurs.]
Some faces.
"Third Rail"
And more from the drought. The cedar elms of the county seem to be taking it the hardest. These from up on Whitman's Rough next to the road.
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