distant swan

The car has it's space by the drainage canal's lock, the door to the flood gates that would allow excess water to inundate the fields in the case of the river Isar having too much water. The river is bordered by dykes, earthen barriers on either side of it's path through the flat marshlands by Moosburg. 

Moosburg means something like the castle in the bog.

There is a beaten path on the top of the dyke a target for walkers. Today, instead of a Sunday walk in the park, decide to take a walk here, in the morning fog. There are some dead trees here, they have been destroyed by the beavers, they have had the bark eaten off them and their barren trunks are standing pale against the grey foggy background.

Walk along the path, take pictures like any good tourist out to hunt some meaningful picture for his expensive equipment.

Take a picture of a tree stump standing against a grey sky.

Take a picture of a some magenta fruits against the yellow and brown leaves everywhere.

Take a picture of some grasses by a pool of water,

A woman and her dog come past, the dog, a terrier stops and looks curious. He has a bandage on his left forepaw. Say hello to the dog, which wags it's trimmed tail in reply.

And start to talk to its owner, a woman with white hair, she asks whether the subject of the photo was the  swan.

It is true that there was a swan in the pool of water. But it was too far away. 

It would have been a white speck in the background.

Talk about all kinds of things, dogs and photos, her hobby is photography.

Then goodbye, we go our ways.