CROOKED CREEK LAKE IN NOVEMBER

WITH JOEY, THIS TIME, AND EXPLORING NEW AREAS

NOVEMBER 1, 2009

PAGE ONE:

It was 3 weeks since Carl and I had been up here on October 11th and the day was a much brighter one, but most

of the colors were down, the hills left grey with bare branches, the grey scattered through with the russets and browns

of oaks. This is that same bench where we first stopped. (See Crooked Creek )

 

 

Though the trees were not so colorful, the lake itself was great, blue and cloud-reflecting in the light.

 

 

 

Above and below...Nov. 1st and Oct. 11th...

 

 

 

Down at the boat ramp again...

 

 

Joey, taking a picture...

 

 

 

Goose hieroglyphics in the sand. Well, more cuneiform, I guess, come to think of it.

 

 

 

I took this picture of the single pale yellow leave in the sand at the tip of the long peninsula where the beach is and

it wasn't till I put it on my computer I noticed the deer track just to its left.

 

 

Joey didn't have his camera, but he DID have his new DSI...and the clever little thing takes photos.

 

 

We sat on a bench at the very tip of the peninsula and just watched the lake a while.

 

 

I liked the sunlight on the water at the top, the dark line of tree shadows, then the reflection of clouds leading

into the small stones by the bank.

 

 

 

Looking back at the bench where we sat.

 

 

The water level was high and several benches were, um, unavailable.

 

 

 

Above and below, again, a contrast between Oct 11 and Nov. 1...the same maple framed by the same evergreen.

 

 

 

We stopped and rolled down side windows to take this picture of a doe, who just stood and stared at us.

 

 

By the dam itself, a row of Canada geese staring at the lake.

 

 

 

Also near the dam, my eye was caught by the tufted grasses.

 

 

Looking over the sumac toward the tip of the peninsula where we'd sat on the bench.

 

 

 

A little bit of color still lingered here 'n there.

 

 

We'd parked to take those shots of the peninsula across the lake and I was struck by this hill and

headed toward it.

 

 

 

There was a very tiny creek between where I stood and the rocky hill.

 

 

I really wanted to go up there, sigh, but sent young Joey as my proxy. He was MOST willing!

 

 

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