I visited various sections of Highland Creek this year and decided yesterday to have a look at the area where Highland Creek empties into Lake Ontario.
Constant wet snow prevented me from taking photographs so I returned today.
The railway passes overhead and trains race by frequently.
Lake scenes:
Some birds:
Some botany:
NATURE POETRY
We’ll to the woods no more,
The laurels are all cut,
The bowers are bare of bay
That once the Muses wore;
The year draws in the day
And soon will evening shut:
The laurels all are cut,
We’ll to the woods no more. – A. E. Housman (1859–1936)
Miles Hearn