Fall is Falling

Some photos from recent river walks, as we approach the Day of the Dead:

Fallen leaves blur the edges of the path, as befits the season.

Layers upon layers …

The first owl I’ve ever spotted along the river path.

Fire and water.

When the river runs gold – that’s the cue.

The riffle, where the North Branch meets the Northern Channel. Five years ago, the two rivers were separated by a dam. This is better.

Probably among the last Great Blue Heron sightings until the Spring.

A lost box turtle hatchling, before (above) and after (below) being escorted back to the river.

Part our annual memorial display, this year adorned with dried flowers and petals as well as leaves.

The vanitas shrine, Duende newly crowned with a chaplet of ivy and maple leaves.

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