A sad end?

A couple of weeks ago, on a Tuesday, I believe

the morning was crystal, frosty perfect.

I took my camera to work, looking for a new header picture

Which I found, again, on the golf course.

Everyone knows this willow.

Two weeks later its leaves are very red/brown

and the branches are replicated on the ground behind

by all the fallen bronze leaves. 

But the sky has not been bright enough since to do them justice,

So no picture.

Going to the other end of the pond, a sycamore.

Sycamores are bog trees; they live by water.

Their root system probably is extensive, but shallow.

Like a cottonwood. I didn't look it up.

The day was so beautiful I drove down to the heron rookery.

I've never been able to do the rookery justice.

Maybe I'll figure it out one day.

I stopped at the rookery today, on the way back

from taking Hamilton to church.

I cannot orient myself, picture to picture, but no matter.

The rookery is a rather small area of sycamores along the 

Cuyahoga River, along the Bath Road bridge.

It's on federal land, and protected.

Way in the distance, further down the river

There is an eagle nesting area.

This caused me to stop.

A sycamore down.

And there aren't any unpopulated sycamores in the marsh that I can see.

I go by every Sunday.

I'll keep my eye out and see how the herons take this development.