The following passage by Annie Dillard - Pilgrim at Tinker Creek speaks to the child in me, growing up as a tom boy much of my time was spent mucking around slow moving creeks and ponds.
"In summer's low water, flags and bulrushes grow along a series of shallow pools cooled by the lazy current. Water striders patrol the surface film, crayfish hump along the silt bottom eating filth, frogs shout and glare, and shiners and a small bream hide among roots from the sulky green heron's eye."
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard
Abstract Reflections V
12" x 12" acrylic on canvas