|Watercolor illustration on my sketchbook|
Dark brown is the river.
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating—
Where will all come home?
On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.
Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.
-Robert Louis Stevenson | 1850 - 1894
A fallen pine tree by a stream in the West Kill mountains, NY.
Medium: Watercolor | Paper: Arches Cold Press
Some information about the place:
The stream ends up in the West Kill River. The West Kill flows for 11 miles before entering
Schoharie Creek just below the village of Lexington. Wild trout are found throughout the stream,
but they are most abundant in the upper 8 miles. Wild brown trout can be found in all sections of the stream, but rainbow trout are found mostly in the lower reaches, and brook trout numbers increase as one heads upstream.
(Source: Department of Environmental Conservation, New York State)