Over the seasons my sight has changed from green to brown and now back to green. The water has risen and fallen, frozen and thawed. Over my visits I have become familiar with the Willow tree at the entrance of the water, the fallen tree across the water, and the bank that often has animal prints. The nature in my creek meets the farm field on one side and the bike path on the other, and the water comes from the UVM dairy barn. These are the ways my pocket of nature meets human culture. For my sketch I drew my willow tree hanging over the water and the banks on the other side.
I am going to miss visiting the place. I feel as though this year I have become a part of my little creek, and it has become a part of me.















































