The power of winter

A week ago John and I headed out on the Indian Creek trail just outside of town. Threading our way around bits of snow and ice we rounded a bend where I shot this. The water - which had been high and flowing fast - had gouged out big hunks of the river bank. Tree limbs were down everywhere, casualties of winter's snow and ice. We dragged small limbs off the trail; the city will be through at some point to remove the bigger stuff.

In a month, though, this scene will be unrecognizable. Scrub trees spring up fast, and the whole place will be emerald green...