The clouds this morning reflected on the Ottauquechee, with the river slowly lowering as more rainless days go by. This is the Saturday of Columbus day weekend. Cars formed a line to the west as far as the eye could see. Early in the day, the trees lacked the fire of sunlight to attract the cameras, so I took the shot above alone on the bridge.
I returned at about 5 p.m., with folks from the buses crowding the walkway and its southern side. The view from that approach sang, with late afternoon light blazing in a yellow maple by the bridge and Mt. Tom's colors a backup chorus. Again, sights worth preserving, and they were, over and over.
Looking to the east this evening, joined by several visitors, I heard someone say he saw a fish right below, a catfish, he claimed. Others did not believe it, and after a bit he admitted it was a shadow.
Risking the iPhone being jostled from my grasp, I leaned over and took this shot of the clear stream, the image lit in the center by a diagonal shaft of sun, bordered on one side by the current's ripples and on the other by the leaf peepers' Holy Grail, foliage about to fall, reflected on the vesper river.
Extra images today, as tomorrow, I take a Sabbath break from blogging.
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