We can't see these in the summer, because the knotweed covers them. One down, the one next to it, in the back, is already fallen onto a nearby branch.
The river is different every single visit.
When I'm not traveling with Ellie the Huggamutt, I become the lone River Hag. All photos are taken in the Southern Tier of Upstate New York, not far from the Pennsylvania border.
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