Along the Backwater...

...of the Bitterroot River. Around the corner, ducks quack and gaggle, dip and drip. But the corner is most intriguing...the art of anticipation. The colors of fall are dripping off the trees at the slightest breeze. The fire-red will be doused; the gold melted into the ground. The wee things gather nuts and bolt for the forest, the elk have almost ceased their mating bugle in the meadows. The hush of winter is coming...can you not hear it now...?