Last Halloween on a dreary and overcast afternoon, I was out at the Hazen Bridge.  Falling leaves blew in the wind, landed on the dark surface of the Sangamon and like mini schooners, floated gracefully downriver. I gazed up at the superstructure of the bridge, and I thought how this time of year rusty old things have a particular appeal: […]

Twenty-two people mill about on the mostly dry Crooked Creek delta awaiting the start of our Sangamon River cleanup. Mottled sunlight from the deep blue, first-day-of-Autumn sky filters through the bright green leaves far overhead and down to the river’s surface. It’s a beautiful day down on the Sangamon River to celebrate our very own “It’s Our River Day”. Positive […]