Nobody around on Medina River on an autumn day.
Summer’s clear waters are obscured by a sludge of fallen leaves and slicks of dusty and pollen. Perch and catfish can be glimpsed floating in the darkness.
Things keep falling out of the trees: leaves; branches; owls; a hawk hunting a water snake. Kingfishers kept up a busy chatter, and wood ducks kept exploding out of the margins. A little edgy in there today.
I stopped for lunch in the shadows under the cypress. Deep waters.