I went to The Creek this morning to burn more leftovers from the demolition of last week, but our county dispatcher from the sheriff's office advised us this is a Red Flag day, meaning too dangerous for fires. So we gathered the old identification books, binoculars, field journal, and camera for a couple hours of exploration. I loaded the green backpack I've carried on longer walks and around Guatemala (thought of that when a worn paper bill worth about 5 Quetzales fell out). I probably didn't need a backpack full of so many books just to walk a couple hundred yards . . . .
Some nice algae. Not all of it is the classic green, you know. Much of this consists of gazillions of single-celled diatoms.
When I take a few drops of diatom-crowded creek water (often resembling a snotty white glob), the view looks like the image below.
I agree with this cricket frog. The camouflage works reasonably well. Only reasonably well, of course, because I DID see it long enough to grab an image of it.
Pennywort.
Pennyworts.
Looking south down to the lower pool.
Unflowering bluebonnet.
Dried remains of a buttonbush.
Sycamore working its way out into the springtime.
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