the creeks for the fisher of songs. - S.W. Foss
Up A Creek! Autumn Views Along Hicks Road |
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woods were made for the hunter of dreams; the creeks for the fisher of songs. - S.W. Foss |
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| Oncoming winter will soon strip these leaves from their branches. | ||
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| Quieting the mind, deep in the forest, cool water flows. | ||
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| Creek water finds its way down a boulder-filled canyon. | ||
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| Deadfall, ferns and foraging newt. | ||
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| Winter rains change the level of creeks throughout the watershed. | ||
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| A California Newt forages for food among trailside rocks. | ||
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| Narrow animal trails edge most creeks, only sure-footed humans can follow. | ||
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