Walking the Marshlands

We popped across the road to walk Steve and Andi's marshlands.

Apart from being super neighbours,

Andi is a wonderful photographer and artist.

It was a dark and angry afternoon

but it looks like the sky is clearer over the mountain

on the Bay of Fundi.

We live somewhere in those woods that climb the mountain.

Neat rows of yellowing trees line the edge of the marsh

whereas the mountain ridge in the distance

seems more chaotic in it's Fall browns and greens.

The marshes are home to wonderful grasses

and of course a beaver damn.

Sorry I didn't photograph the damn simply because

the beavers were more sensible than us....

....they stayed indoors for the afternoon.

It was wet and windy.

Next time.

Me thinks there might be inspiration for a piece

in this photograph.

This is our stream... it tumbles down the mountain

swooshes through our pond and around the garden

under the road and

 down here it zigzags through the marshes.

The clouds are closing in.

Time to go home for a hot cup of tea.