Like many folks, I saw the movie "A River Runs Through It", and though I am not a skilled fisherman, I do enjoy wetting a line sometimes. I am drawn to water, not just for the photographic qualities it possesses but also as a student of nature and a member of the human race. It is mesmerizing and captivating. It refreshes my soul, especially running water. There is something about the solitude and the calm consistent flowing of the water that speaks to all of us.
"Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters." - from A River Runs Through It
This is the Guadalupe River, in Central Texas, with all the glory of fall represented in its colors. It is shaded by many pecan and cypress trees, which also provide a home for a lot of Spanish Moss, hanging on and swinging in the wind. Believe it or not, this river is also a pretty good trout stream, though it is not a natural occurrence but rather the result of annual stockings. It is spring fed which keeps the water nice and cool, good for both the tourists and the fish, though I am not sure how many survive over the course of our long hot summer (the fish, that is).