Just as the sudden appearance of American Robins is a sure sign of Spring, so their abrupt disappearance quietly heralds Fall. There are mid-winter days when I hike local wood lots and stands of trees, looking for loose flocks of wintering Robins. I watch them, muddy ice caked on my boots, until I’m reassured of Spring’s return.
Orange Sulphur Butterflies congregated on our gravel lane.
Muse with me for a moment.
In the early 1800s, Easterners in America were told stories about the “Great American Desert” west of the Mississippi River. What are today Oklahoma, Kansas and Nebraska were described as forsaken, desolate areas unfit for cultivation or civilization.
I’m wondering if the images conjured in the minds of Easterners fit these photographs of the Little Salt Marsh at Quivira National Wildlife Refuge.
My earlier posts about Quivira (landscapes and birds) gives the opposite impression of this unique area of central Kansas. It turns out the Little Salt Marsh was “under repair.” This meant draining much of the marsh, hence the drought-like landscapes. As seen below, there were interesting “drought resistant” plants.
I would like to return to Quivira when the Little Salt Marsh is again filled with (salt) water.
Photographs taken in the Clear Fork of the Mohican River in central Ohio.
Inniswood Metro Gardens in Columbus, OH Fall 2016.
Summer is lingering in the Ohio Valley like a child who knows its past bedtime. During a walk yesterday the trees gave the appearance summer, varied green leaves filtering warm sunlight.
Yet scattered along the path was the evidence that our child is ready to retire into autumn rest.
The photos were taken with the iPhone 6 and processed with the iPhone app. The post was also published with WordPress app from the phone.