I've decided to make it an ongoing practice to visit my local river from a point in its journey that I've previously viewed mainly through car windows. And nearly always during times when I'm down to the minute scheduling-wise; on my way to or from something that generally holds the lion's share of my mind. But now, based solely on an impulsive gesture last week at almost the same time of morning, an oaken spell has been cast! This pair of trees has thoroughly captured my imagination in a way that authentically feeds my soul and spirit. Can't even count the number of times I've thought about them in the past week. And so I've decided to document their lives as time and weather permits. Have also decided I'd like to collect ongoing portraits of the river at this particular point in its flow towards the Atlantic Ocean.
Today I had an extra 8-10 minutes to spend framing my shots and walking more extensively. I've now toured a small dirt road that dead ends at the east-west railroad tracks. Below you can see the eastern river view at a slightly different angle because I elected to walk down to the deserted boat launch.
The slope between the ramp and the bridge is covered in young mugwort plants that probably sprouted back in the spring or last fall. The tree line now features solidly bare limbed hardwoods mixing through colonies of evergreens.
When I took the above picture the faraway trees appeared vibrant amidst masses of rising fog. Note the spritely young oak in the right foreground. I imagine its spirit finds great joy in greeting the river each day. Am not up on local waterside grasses so I can't do much i.d.-ing here beyond the dying clumps in the foreground. That'll be goldenrod. And absolutely anywhere a mullein seed's found a way to sprout and take hold it has done so. Am so impressed with the plants below finding a place for themselves in a scant half-inch width of soil compressed between the asphalt road and the cement walkway. Plan to keep track and see how they get on in terms of fulfilling their natural life cycle next year. High odds against, I know, but that's what makes the endeavor interesting.
In truth most of my extra moments were spent finding just the right place to photograph the oak pair so they looked like they shared a trunk as well as a crown. Gotta make sure to bring my good camera into the car for these jaunts as I'm now keen to play more with the idea "singular plurality" as time and circumstance allow.