Forest Springtime

Spring is arriving in the northern Illinois forest preserves.  Wildflowers are sprouting and will be blooming within the week.  This creek is often just a trickle, but with 1.5 days of rain it's banks are full.  No one else was in the woods, and the only sounds to be heard were birds singing and the burble of the creek.  If he were here, son FarAwayWolf would have crossed the creek by walking on fallen/decaying trees, urging me to do the same.

The mission in visiting this preserve was to layer new greenery with water, sky, and browns of tree trunks and dead leaves.  This was the spot.