Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
No this is not me eating cereal this is me walking on the gravel path that leads to my reflection spot. Usually I would focus almost exclusively on the visuals of my reflection spot, I would look up and around at all there was to see. Today was different I was immediately glued to my feet. As I shuffled along the wet gravel was such a distinctive noise. Each time it feels like the noises have been changing more than the scenery. Sometimes snow would blanket the ground and I would be greeted with a nice crunch of compacting snow. Earlier in the year dried dead leaves provided a delightfully soft crisp as I traipsed along the path. I walked along following a hillside worn down by erosion revealing roots of nearby trees.
As I waited in my spot for inspiration, I began to pick up new noises. A bird was chirping far above in the canopy of a tree. Thanks to the lack of leaves it was easy to spot. As I walked around I followed the creek upstream a bit. First I saw the stream carrying bits of dirt and debris into the lake. It was kind of interesting imagining the buildup of sediment. Then I saw water splitting around a bar of sand in the middle of the stream. I tried to imagine how the water may have shaped that since the water split, came back together and split again at that same point. The most amazing thing was a little bit of a dirt cliff at a bend in the stream. Due to the flowing water cutting and chipping away at the earth, the earth next to an edge of the river was hollowed out, leaving a little bit of a dirt cliff. The coolest part was that I remember the reason behind it because of Molly’s presentation on rivers.
I didn’t really get what I was looking for but I’m quite sure I still made out with a good post. ALSO be on the lookout for a bald eagle. I saw one later today.