Exactly one mile from my back door is the bridge that crosses Clark's Creek. The little creek has originated in the mountains some miles to the southeast and it's moving just about 1/4 of a mile west to the Grande Ronde River. I can't count the number of times I have stood on the bridge to take a photograph, in every season. The creek has never run dry, which is unusual in our dry country, especially at the end of summer. It might freeze over, but it doesn't dry up. These are my favorite images of Clark's Creek.