woods were made for the hunter of dreams;
the creeks for the fisher of songs. - S.W. Foss
|Oncoming winter will soon strip these leaves from their branches.|
|Quieting the mind, deep in the forest, cool water flows.|
|Creek water finds its way down a boulder-filled canyon.|
|Deadfall, ferns and foraging newt.|
rains change the level of creeks
throughout the watershed.
|A California Newt forages for food among trailside rocks.|
animal trails edge most creeks,
only sure-footed humans can follow.
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