Looking out into the vast Neches River bottoms, I couldn’t help but wonder what secrets they might hold. Stories of feuding families, perhaps. Maybe some untold conflict between early settlers and the Caddo Nation occurred beneath the cathedral like crowns of Willow and Overcup Oak. Perhaps a Jaguar once called this place home, stalking White-tailed Deer that came in the autumn to gorge themselves on the bounty of acorns that rained from the oaktops.
A dense fog only added to the mystique of this place. It rose from the bottoms flooded by the overflowing Neches. This day there would be no story to tell, as I stood quietly in awe, watching distant tree trunks gradually vanish into the mist. There was a quality of light that evening that I had never encountered before, and doubt that I will again. The cool, humid air pulled steam from the swollen river that seemed to glow as if bathed in the evening light. The sun battled a thin veil of clouds, remnants of an autumn storm, and occasionally gained the upper hand, piercing the gray.
Autumn has treated the Pineywoods well this year, and I have a wealth of images and stories to share. And I will, in a future post. This evening, however, deserved its own treatment. From here I will let the photos speak for themselves, and hope that their viewers may feel some semblance of the magic that I felt that evening.