The Creek

Our favorite place to explore and play at our new home---the creek. In any weather it is an endless source of fascination, exploration and surprise. We go down to the creek, which winds its way along the border of our property, everyday. We have only been here three months, but the weather in Maine has been crazy so we have had ample opportunity to observe the creek in diverse weather. Some mornings it roars like a train, some mornings its quiet trickle can barely be heard above the sound of the wind in the trees and other mornings the ice muffles the gurgling unless you are standing quietly and very close. 

Almost frozen the creek's black line slithers through the snow and the forest, meandering under, over, in between... disappearing under tunnels of snow.

 Raging after torrential rain it overflows its banks roaring through the forest like a raging beast sweeping ice chunks, leaves and branches away on a rollercoaster of waterfalls and twisting turns.

 And then there are quiet days of slow melting and icy nights of re-freezing. The freeze and thaw creating ice sculptures, hidden caverns with stalactites and stalagmites and chasms of prickly ice crystals, ice frozen in bubbled forms of slippery smooth waterfalls,  delicate bridges of ice crystals tentatively reach out their thorny arms to cross over the raging waters below...

Photography by Gabe and Louise