The flood comes in stronger than two decades, and tops out at the bridge at 17 feet above normal. The trees are submerged, and the life on them and in them is swept away, but nobody is counting. Spiders and daisies have no defenders, and the flood becomes a tourist attraction. I am out in it for the colors, to concentrate on something other than a kidney stone or aching testicles or radiation poisoning, and the photos are drips of panacea. Especially as dark falls, and the shooting gets difficult.
