Here is the creek during winter - large waterworn rocks and boulders that provide a safe, dry area for crossing the creek without walking another half mile to the bridge.
And here is the same spot during snowmelt. I love snowmelt. The water is rushing and roaring, the woods become green and lush, the paths wash out in the low spots, little waterfalls spring up. Snowmelt changes the look and feel of the park.
On a tiny island in one of the lakes is the roosting tree - it's hard to see in the photo, but it's full of cormorants. So graceful in the water, so odd-looking in the tree. Also caught on film yesterday - a young redtail hawk, ducklings and a blue heron. The fish and dragonflies moved too fast yesterday.