rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

Gray Day. Picture with Sunlight.

Withering camellias are dropping their petals and the sky is marbled gray, lending the still day an elegiac quality. Fresh leaf buds have appeared on most of the trees, but the air is cold. It is as though three seasons are coexisting. It's Sprallter in California. Or is it Falltering? Whatever it is, I wish it would make up its mind.

A couple of weeks ago I posted a picture of Concow Reservoir, the very small lake which lies at the end of the old flume along the west bank of the Feather River. That was the view toward the north. I also have a view toward the east. Cut for size.

East Across Concow Lake

I took the pictures while standing on western end of the low earthen dam which holds the lake, so, between the two of them, you've pretty much seen the whole pond. If it were more accessible, I'd take more pictures of it, but it's in an out-of-the-way location. Still, I hope to get back there on a day with some big fluffy clouds to reflect in the water, and maybe some ducks swimming on it. It wouldn't look quite so lonely, then.

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