A Seep

I call them swamps, but this one is technically a seep.

Said so on the nice informative sign not far away.

I don’t remember what it said a seep was. I don’t have an interest in looking up what a seep is.

Which is why I call them swamps. So much easier.

All I care about is… how do they look.

How’s the light, the reflections, colors, shapes and how do they all come together. This is the second time I’ve come here just for that and I may have to keep going back. See how it keeps changing.


Just a duck. Technically, a rubber duck. Dicky Duck to be precise. Has nothing to do with anything other than I like to take my little Dicky out for walks with me.


Stopped by a creek to shoot stream beds through water and see what the reflections looked like with a cloudless sky.



Wound up taking 247 shots this day with the last of them being sunset shots. Don’t feel like putting up any of those today.

Quite a few of the images of the swamp, stream bed and reflections have potential.

I need to revisit them over the winter, on a miserable cold day, when the last thing I want to do is be outside wandering around.


Another no Name Ditch

It’s just another no name ditch that feeds into the Fox River.

Not far from my house and I walk over if fairly often.

I’ve stopped in the past to take shots of reflections, but it’s not an easy ditch to explore.

A bike path, a relatively busy 2 lane road and an old railroad bridge all cross the ditch at the same point. The ditch is forced to flow under the road through a concrete pipe.

From here to the river is private property and based on the growth along and over the ditch, walking it would be a challenge.

Something I had never done was see what the ditch looked like as it came from the east.

So, over a guard rail, across the road and over another guard rail.

East was almost as intimidating as west. I settled for a couple of shots of reflections off water. The darkness of the ditch made one come out a bit blurry, but reflections are a bit blurry to begin with.

With a lull in the traffic just behind me, I could hear the tinkling of water over rock.

I hunched down and moved some brush. The sun was setting, the brush along the sides and arching over the steep little canyon walls made the ditch dark. About 50 feet away and through all the foliage I could barely make out a limestone wall about 5 feet tall and what little light was reaching it was reflecting off the water trickling down.

It was a little waterfall.

I sized up the ditch about eight feet below me. I sized up how to get down to it.

There’s a twisted ankle, there’s a slide down into the ditch.

My back wasn’t up for the small adventure today. Practically crawling up another no name ditch probably would not have gone well.

Next week perhaps. Weather’s not supposed to be too bad. Calling for sunny.

Do some stretches, limber up a bit and hope I don’t break an ankle when I hit the bottom.

Sounds like a plan.


I See a Spider

I see a spider.

I’m sure of it.

Who would think a spider would be sitting on the water in a swamp.

I’m sure I see a spider.

Or a well camouflaged leaf.


No Name Ditches and Creeks

I learned a long time ago that the no name ditches and creeks that feed the Fox are havens for all fish that live in the river. Especially if they have water flowing in them year round. This one is a good mile long before it disappears into a cornfield.

May have to walk the whole thing soon.

Some of these fish are more skittish than others. The bigger they are, the less they stand still. Assumed I was seeing creek chubs up to 6 inches darting around.

Till I got home and took a better look at the pictures.

Caught one off guard, both him and me. Never saw it while taking the shot.

There’s no mistaking that red eye.

Does explain why I’ve always enjoyed fishing inland a bit on these little bodies of water when the river is at flood stage.

That’s when the big boys come in to eat and play.

Click on this if you want to see it a little bigger. Lower left corner.


Water Reflections

I should have spent more time playing with the water reflections rather than whatever was going on over my head.

Tiny little creek, doesn’t even have a name.

Should have wandered more of the creek rather than the woods.

For some reason I find water reflections fascinating.

Doesn’t even require that I do much to the photo’s.

Just take the shot, see what happens.

I remember thinking while taking the shots how some people will say they don’t understand abstract art.

Abstraction is all around you.

You just have to learn how to look.