Finally. It has been an unseasonably warm October. We have only needed to set a couple of fires and the cottonwoods, which should be bare now, are finally turning gold. It's good to see storm clouds. Even in New York, the weather had been so warm that the trees in Central Park only started to turn the days before we left. Worrisome.
Cottonwood trees are ubiquitous to Northern Nevada. Walter Van Tildenburg Clark named his classic book, City of Trembling Leaves, after these mammoth trees. They have a wonderful sound, a rustling, rather like running water in a creek bed.
I parked and waited until the clouds parted to catch this photo. Their color is brilliant when the sun hits them. I was late for the meeting I was driving to because I just wanted to get one more picture, and one more, and...
one more. Since I had parked the car, I just had to walk up and catch this picture of the dammed pond at Ross Creek. Nevada doesn't have many colors so that makes what we get all the more special.
I love these trees. They speak to me of the ability to thrive against odds. When grandson Kiernan was little and we'd drive by, he anticipated seeing the "giant wobot twees." He saw them as awesome, and that was the best he could describe them. Not bad.
Fiber stuff to come - spin-in here tomorrow.
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