Dawn
Sunrise. The river was up from the rain.
Taboo
The last Dragonfly
Jake giving me a lazy greeting when I got home.
Taboo again
Sun peeking through angry stormclouds
The river running a few feet higher at sunset
A cluck of cranes on the other side of the river because there were no islands to stand on.
Sunset
I don’t know, Jake seems to be giving you the “the someone left my cake out in the rain” greeting. Be careful of presents in the bed.