I can’t for the life of me figure out why they call this Dry Creek.
I’m certainly glad I didn’t fall in while trying to capture this.
It may be the fall everywhere else, but here in the South it still feels like summer.
Rural college campuses have components I’d never considered: rivers and boathouses and forests. The arrival of (slightly) colder weather means the canoes and kayaks will be closed away for the winter. Autumn, here we go!
My background as a chemist, rather than a biologist, is most apparent when words to describe my environment fail me. I can discuss fall colors and grassy areas near streams, and I understand the molecules involved in producing both structures at the microscopic level, but I’m bereft of the ability to precisely identify the transition occurring here.