[a handful of American coots (Fulica americana) lounging in calm waters near sailboats rendered useless by a lack of wind]
Constructed in 1930, the old fish hatchery at White Rock Lake is a constant joy for me. Why? Hell, I don’t know. I just like it as an architectural structure.
It has some flavor to it, some aura of an age long removed from my life.
Not only is it a classic structure, but it’s also built into the side of the hill that forms the lake’s spillway.
I should mention it rests within a fabulous section of the park where many species of wildlife can be seen. In fact, it’s a favorite spot for birders. Yet I’ve seen more than avian wildlife there, more than the native monk parakeets and loons and pelicans and cormorants and so many different birds I could never name them all; I’ve seen foxes and bobcats and armadillos and coyotes and a litany of other spectacular creatures who frequent and live in the area.
But still… there’s just something about that building…