There is so much brown; the weather has been hot and dry. Lawns especially are brown, but even many gardens are looking as though they are missing a soaking rain. But not down here, at the bottom of Vale. The Cowhorn Creek is low, but it is still flowing, and the foliage is lush as a jungle here. The cicadas are singing, bees flitting from flower to flower and the fish are snapping up small bugs that fly too close to the water.
I used the old Minolta 50mm lens for this; the camera couldn't record the F-stop, since it's completely mechanical. I think it was F8. I tried letting the camera decide on the shutter speed. Not bad for auto-pilot!
| F Number | 8.0? |
| Focal Length | 50.0 mm |
| Exposure Time | 1/80 |
| Exposure Program | Aperture-priority AE |
| ISO | 100 |
| Exposure Compensation | +0.33 |
| Flash | Off, Did not fire |
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This is the Cowhorn Creek looking west toward the place where it dives under the city again.
Walking along the Cowhorn Creek, looking for critters. Frogs mostly, but fish, crayfish and the occasional duck are also attractions down here. Dad is a bad influence, because I walk on fallen logs looking for hidey-holes and it isn't long before the little one starts walking along trees that have fallen in the creek itself. He's smarter than I am though - he has a walking stick!
Down in the bottom of Vale Cemetery, where Cowhorn Creek is crossed by the westernmost path. Down by the Revolutionary War monument, if you're a local.
