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Luckily we’d discovered that going to Saratoga Springs would be pointless, but we were now committed to going out, so out we jolly well went.
Expecting it to be a quick round trip to the post office, I wasn’t all that surprised and not dismayed when the man turned left instead of right.
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It was just as well we decided to make use of the fine day considering it’s been raining off and on ever since with no apparent let-up in sight.
No-one was home in the osprey nest.
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The world has turned bright green!
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It has been transformed.
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We went to Eagleville Bridge.
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The river was easily accessible, the path not yet overgrown by spreading undergrowth.
It soon gets out of control.
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The sounds of rushing water and birdsong are restorative.
High in a tree a woodpecker drilled and I hoped to record it, but a passing dog decided he should bark at us!
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We are always pleased to see a dog, barking or not.
As ever, the sycamore had to be photographed.
May 2nd, before all the rain, the river was already close to bursting its banks.
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The “beach” was flooded.
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Side-stepping puddles, we went back to the car.
If it was muddy that day, it must be awash now.
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Continuing on our merry way…
How I love the woods, at any time of year.
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Creating perfect “pops” of light.
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In an awakening landscape.
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The road continued, but I’ll leave you here today…
I enjoyed the video of the river. Every time I see you mention Saratoga Springs, it reminds me of the serial I wrote based on the photo of an abandoned boat that you sent me.
Best wishes, Pete.
After many months that boat finally disappeared.
Thank you, Carolyn, for your wonderfully restorative photos of nature! The landscapes are bright green as it is spring, and I love the sound of water too! Everywhere you two drive is beautiful, and you can congratulate yourself for choosing this corner of the world to make your forever home.
Joanna
Heard a wood thrush in Riverside Park this morning. Such a wonderful sound. Brought back great memories of the mid-Hudson valley in spring.
The greens are amazing at this time of year, and new growth seems to shoot up as you turn your back!
Wow, what a transformation and so green!
Any idea why it’s called “The Batten Kill River”? Sounds ominous.
There is another called the Owl Kill but Kill means creek, so it’s not how it sounds,
Ah, I’ve learnt something new today, thank you.
You’re right, your world is suddenly so very green (as if it was never Winter). Fiddleheads – this is a type of fern, isn’t it? I love your photos of the road going through the trees – especially that last one. It’s great to see the field awaken after its winter sleep. And the sound of water in your video – pure bliss!