Methodically wet wading down a meandering stream through the middle of a growing metropolitan, I hear the hum of steady traffic not a hundred feet above. They have no clue. No clue that I am down here, no clue of what swims in the ravine just below. They have no clue of the artistry that inhabits this creek.
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| Hill Country Sunfish Colors |
This creek has been here for ages, these people have not. A few have some linage to this area, to these limestone hills, to the music made here, but many do not. Most have moved here recently. Most probably don't even realize this exists and what makes this area so important.
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| Guadalupe Bass: Emerald of the Hill Country |
The fish that swim in these waters are the most brilliant and beautiful anywhere. And, with the only possible rival being birds (which I have also spent a great deal of time observing), the most colorful creatures anywhere near.
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| Rio Grande Cichlid |
Only one of these can do something about it though, and protect the other. To ensure that these gems of the Hill Country continue to swim.
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| The Brilliance of Longear Sunfish |
My ever learning, unperfected skill prevents me from catching all the species dwelling here, and the poor lighting phone-selfie-photographs taken by my unsteady, excited hand, do not do justice to the depth and breadth of color in these fish. It required one to experience it themselves.
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