oxbow park was lovely. took the maple trail which was paradoxically strewn with oak leaves. while the trees were bare, the ground was a beautiful brown carpet of oak leaves. it seemed to be waiting for snow. some streams had frozen, some were thinking about it and some had changed their minds, creating mosaics of light and sound, white ice and black water, clear flow and tinkling water gliding through miniature ice caves. the undulating margins of the oak leaves created some lovely icescapes on the streams.
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