The Stream in Ellin and Tom’s Backyard
We are in Connecticut and it is snowing. We knew it was going to snow, but it was only a maybe. Meanwhile, the white stuff is falling, but before the snow began, I saw the title for this and said “Oh, hey, I’ll take a few pictures of the stream.”
Then I bumped into WordPress’s new — and incredibly buggy — format. It is currently not usable and I’ve been trying to get back to the old format since this morning. It’s seriously full of bugs and you should wait before you even consider trying it out. I’m not kidding. It may eventually be okay, but right now, it is what I call “unfinished software.” There are actually good ideas in it, but it has clearly NOT been beta tested and there are so many missing elements, it should never have been released until they made it suitable for customers to use. Shame on their software department for putting out a product that is so full of bugs it is functionally useless.
Don’t go there. It’s really not ready to use. They are going to need months to get it to work properly, so stay with whatever already works for you.
And finally, here I am again.
With a hint of color
And this next one is definitely NOT the stream, but Roaring Dam in Blackstone. But it’s a great picture of water in motion.
We were actually heading for one place, but the pond we were trying to get to was accessible only by a private road. Residents only. Rich people territory. This is where we ended up. The only problem is, I’m not sure where we were other than “somewhere in Sutton.”
There were ducks and geese on the pond, as well as a couple of beaver. Kaity got a shot of the beaver, but I was too slow. For all that, it was a good afternoon shoot.
This is the end of autumn, just before it becomes winter in the valley.
We stopped at the pond yesterday and I was sad to see that the geese are still occupying the nesting area and the swans are still patrolling around it. The longer the stand-off continues, the less likely we are to have little swans this year. There is a lot of room for other nests, but swans apparently are very programmed and keep the same nests … and the same mates … till death do them part. In the meantime, they are still on the pond. Sooner or later, something will happen.
- Swans On Our Pond (teepee12.com)
- Pondlife (platypiphotography.wordpress.com)
- It’s Swan Time… (tracielouisephotography.net)
- Golden Swan (josonphotos.wordpress.com)
Just an hour before, the stream had been solidly frozen … How quickly nature changes. Shot with Canon Powershot S100.
Off to the side beyond the larger dam, a little spillway empties into a culvert.
Bubbling and frothing, the river’s water are diverted to … where? It’s all in the details.
Late winter snow in a Connecticut woods. The frozen stream waits for a bit of sunshine.
Melting snow runs down from high peaks, into creeks,
over flowing waters, carry off layers of the forest floor,
nutrients, twigs, leafs and insects are all swept clean,
little creeks bulge into violent streams, and mighty rivers
churning, tumbling, and roaring down waves, into the ocean’s mouth.
Melting snow on the forest floor uncovers chains of small islands,
spreading under pines and oaks and elms, low lands and high lands,
contrasting, the dark colored ground against the white melting snow,
the season of change calls to awaken the forest floor,
with a splash of melting snow, and a degree of heat,
natures cycle is complete.
A few hours later, the stream is flowing. Sluggishly, still a bit icy but moving, the little waterfall flows down the rocks between still snowy banks.
The big snow from early this month is melting. It’s good because that’s what has to happen, especially is the weather is not finished with us. If more snow is to come, better there be less snow and ice on the ground when if does.
Melt-off is messy. It seeps into foundations and basements, makes the rivers and streams overflow. Everything and everyone feels damp. Old bones ache in sympathy. The world is sodden and chilly.
Today, though the rain is falling heavily accompanied by wind and occasional dollops of sleet, we have to drive home. Like it or not, we’ve been away longer than we intended and it’s time to go home. Here in central Connecticut, the stream that was frozen when we arrived last Sunday has broken free of winter’s grip.
It’s flowing enthusiastically … more so with each passing hour as I watch it from the windows here in the kitchen. Spring will come. Soon or sooner, but it will come.
All taken with the Canon Powershot S100. It’s the only camera I brought with me and it has done the job splendidly.
Across the rocky stream to the woods high in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, early September.
We spent a long weekend in the White Mountains at the beginning of September. It is green with pine at that altitude. Too early for color change in the other trees.
Rocks and rushing water race through the mountains.