After spending the morning checking in with the world, I got myself ready to spend some time walking along the Struble Trail near the Dowlin Forge Road entrance.
It was an over cast day, and one could “smell” the snow in the air, something I was able to learn from living in New England for so many years!
From the entrance, I headed North on the paved trail, and after a short time, I found the small dirt trail that leads down to the edge of the Brandywine creek itself. I was definitely nice to see, that I was one of the first ones to adventure through the snow.
Once by the water’s edge, I setup my camera on the tripod, and just looked around to see how the snow had covered the area:
Brandywine (Winter) – Up Creek
Brandywine (Winter) – Down Creek
As you can see, the light snow that covered the trees and rocks was just enough to add a wonderful dimension to everything that I was seeing.
Then I started to focus my camera on the creek itself.
Winter on the Brandywine – Snow, Ice and Water 01
Winter on the Brandywine – Water Wings
More images from the creek level area can be found on my Flickr Photostream.
I started back to the snow covered land, and back in to the woods and on the small trail, were I looked around at what nature had to offer with the snow cover.
Wood Mushrooms in the Snow (#095)
Finally back on the paved trailed, I started back to the Parking Lot, and encountered some large rocks that had a beautiful collection of moss, lichens and ice.
Moss, Lichen and Ice (#108)
Moss, Lichen and Ice (#111)
Back at the Parking Lot, I ran into another Photographer putting his gear away after his afternoon trek. We discussed different areas we had been, and additional areas in Downingtown to shoot.
Eventually, he said his good-byes, and was off.
He was late to a meeting.
Looking at my watch, I figured I has a little time to check out the Grist Mill ruins just off the Uwchlan Trail along the Shamona Creek.
After crossing Dowlin Forge Road, I started up Uwchlan Trail.
In the distance, I could see a man and a women crossing the small wooden bridge near the ruins.
After a minute or two later, I was at the bridge, and started across.
BAM!
I landed on my butt!
My camera was safe, and as I tried to get up, I realized that I had severely twisted my ankle, and had to use the bridge for support!
Standing there on my left leg, I tried to put weight on my right ankle, but was greeted with great pain.
Guess, I was not going to visit the Mill ruins after all!
Using my tripod as a walking support, I was able to get back to my car, and get home.
OUCH!
Update – Finally, after several weeks of hobbling around, my ankle is slowly feeling better. Yeah!
– Andrew
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