Winter has seemingly silenced Salmon Hole. The once leafy haven is now stripped bare, its deciduous trees standing all alone against the chilly winds. The ground, once alive with orange hues, is now just a carpet of fallen leaves, slowly surrendering to decay.
Recent rains have accelerated the decomposition process, revealing a another world full of worms and grubs. Snow has already melted, and the landscape appears untouched by animals, except for a few scattered bird’s nests possibly preparing to brave the winter to come.
The usual amount of animals has dwindled, leaving Salmon Hole ready to enter winter. Nature’s rhythm has slowed, and the stillness is visible. As I wander through this wintered realm, the air holds a sense of anticipation, a pause before the eventual awakening that spring will bring.
While the grasses stand strong, the water level continue to rise and there are a few frozen ponds in the center of the rocks. Overall, Salmon Hole seems like it is about to go dormant for the winter.
Species I saw but could not capture well in a camera were: Tufted Titmouse and the Downy Woodpecker.