Carnegie Lake ends at this normally quiet dam, and there are the gears you saw a month ago. There was enough flow to stir up considerable froth that covered the water for seveal hundred feet downstream. No cormorants today—no place for them to sit, but geese and gulls were busy and airborne.
The old red mill was surrounded, and the pond and the steam with the bowed tree were a continuum of water so widespread, the flow seemed very relaxed. Although this visit was at high noon, there were unusually long shadows across the muddy water. More pictures await the next post.