In another post (click here to view) I shared a picture of the Yadkin River and stories of growing up swimming in it and fishing it. It really is a magical place, and has always held a special place in my heart. Growing up I learned to have fun in the Yadkin's waters while also having a healthy respect for the power that she had...the power to give life (in the form of food from the many fish that dwell within her banks) and to take it if you weren't careful. One thing that always amazed me was how at times she could be a lazy ol' river that you could float around in peacefully, and at other times she could be a raging torrent that would wash tree branches (and anything else in her path) away in the blink of an eye. Now adays I still live near the Yadkin, and it's always interesting to watch her, especially in the days after storms pass through. What we've had lately wasn't really 'stormy', but more like a biblical tale of rain that lasted and lasted. (Okay, so maybe I exagerate a little, but it sure seems like it's been 40 days and 40 nights by now...) This evening after work I went down to check on my river, to see what stage she was at. She was running pretty swiftly, but wasn't over her banks like I'd expected to see. Below are some pictures...
The bridge that separates Forsyth County and Yadkin County...you switch counties about 1/2 way across. I love taking pictures at this time of day when the dark items show almost black against the brightness of the sky and it's reflection...
The view up-river...
The water was moving today, as you can tell by all the small waves and eddies in these pictures.
Sunlight glinting off the water...it almost looks like a mosaic...
More contrasts of dark and light...
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