Lost Bobber Hanging

Stopped off at a small park below the Ocoee Dam #1 on my way home from Copper Hill this afternoon, and really kicked myself for not stopping for a blip higher up where it was so very much prettier. There was nothing here but gray/green brackish water, gray/brown country side...dull gray just kind of defines late winter in E. Tennessee and oh how I long for the green lushness of summer!

I was ready to pack it in when I spotted this bobber hanging from a tree root reaching out over the water. I had to risk a mud slide into the water to capture the perspective of bobber meeting reflection, but I managed to make it out dry and alive :-)