|Low water and a heron at the base of the dam|
conté pencil 8/8/11
Yesterday morning I sat above the dam on the opposite side near the fish ladder. The sound of the water pouring over the dam canceled out most of the other sounds. The high-pitched bird songs got through but the growls of the commuters and trucks were subsumed in the white noise. I often wonder what the heron's experience is like fishing up close to the torrent. Does the white noise help it focus on the fleeting fish as they dart and dance before him?
Looking downstream toward the bridge. There was so much happening with the light and reflections! I fail every time to draw it.