
The oxbow this morning, all the reeds have gone dormant, but the cottonwoods are turning their brilliant yellow.
Back in August when everything down at river level was green and the mesa was as sandy and non-green as usual.
These pictures really don't do the Dougherty installation justice, because I can't capture the smell of the coyote willow (which is what he used to weave the structures), and because my camera just isn't good enough to deal with the contrasting light conditions of sun and shade. The photos from inside the structures came out particularly badly. However, I think you can get a sense of their scale and the playfulness of the big faces. Very cool.
The fall color along the irrigation ditch was gorgeous too.




