This morning I went to a place called Seven Mile Creek. I’d never been there before and I didn’t see enough of it to say whether I’m dying to go back — my camera battery died early on and the wind was awful, so I didn’t stay long. But it was pretty. As promised, there was a creek. There were also rocky outcrops into which countless couples had carved their initials to commemorate their eternal love, as well as several playgrounds, several footpaths, several rickety bridges.
1. This bridge made some pretty horrible noises when I was on it.
2. My favorite ice of all, parking lot ice.
3. The titular creek.
4. I could be wrong, but it seems like snow like the flakes scattered on this leaf only looks really crystallized when it is damn cold out.
5. I don't really know what most of the plants are that I took pictures of today, so I'm going to make some things up. This is the jacks flower (because it looks like jacks, you see).
6. More parking lot ice for good measure.
10. The saddest little parking lot tree ever; someone apparently found it tasty.
14. Wrinkle berry* (*made-up name)
15. I think this is actually mullein and I'm not making that up.
17. I was going to make up something about q-tips or cotton balls but I accidentally might have found out what this is -- think it may be thimbleweed, a kind of anemone.
18. Yeah, I don't know what this grass is either. Foxtail?
19. From the annals of sad trees.
20. Pretzel tree* (*also not its real name)
21. No, do not know.
22. Hey, more goldenrod.
23. Mandatory lichen
24. I'm not sure about this, either...tragically. Edit: I keep looking at it and wondering if it's some kind of sumac. Maybe the flowers have really just been picked at a lot and faded. And I know some sumacs have fuzzy branches, kind of like this guy here.
Every time I’ve put numbers in the captions, I’ve always messed up the numbering. Somewhere at the beginning, too. And this time at the end. Today we’re just going to have to cope with the fact that there is no picture #7 and that there are two #22s.