Our little stream feeds into this local brook. It in turn feeds into the river I've been documenting as part of my Wednesday morning routine.
This pictures hints at the sluggish tone of the water's movement and its currents. Although it's the most accessible place to photograph the dramatic impact of the water's increasing passageway from the corner of our property it's also a spot that borders a main local artery road. Beneath that road the water passes underground until it's just about to slip into the wider currents of the closest full-fledged river.
In the above image you can actually see the first thin scrim of ice forming closer to the banks. We came to this spot yesterday specifically so I could take pictures linking one watery perspective to two others I've already shared on this blog. It was J.'s idea to hook it up with errands and our established plan to accomplish them via some specific back roads that we both love but haven't traveled together since mid-spring.
I was immediately taken by the strong-spirited Willow guardian. I was also struck by how dramatically the water's passageway narrows from one side of a low-seated two lane bridge to the other. J. accompanied me for about half of my perambulation, narrating the water's journey in relation to specific geographic/local landmark terms. I was half in and half out with my listening skills because, you know, taking pictures. With two different cameras. That part was my idea.