It’s fuzzy and out of focus, but while on the walk today I saw this slider turtle in the creek. It was unseasonably warm today, and this guy was taking advantage of the sunshine to catch some heat on his favorite rock.
Normally, they sense the vibrations of your walking and swim away to escape, but this one didn’t -I stood and watched him for 3 or 4 minutes. I actually though he was ill, he was so still, but then he decided to slide into the water and get away right after I took this photo.
When I go on my daily(ish) walks, I end up on Crane Boulevard. It has a creek that runs along it, and when Willie Morris lived here, he called it Purple Crane Creek. That name appears on no map – just in his heart.
The time change and the political chaos and all of it has been so damned heavy, and I haven’t walked this week and so today I said “To hell with it, I’m going for a walk!” and I’m so glad I did.
It’s November – deep into fall now, and there is still so much green and yellow and various hues, and I loved the way they all reflected in the water here.
