When I go to the Coke Field, I will usually see little fish in the creek,
a turtle or two basking on the rocks, maybe scare up a
nervous heron. Not this summer. It seems like forever since
we've had a good soaking rain, which means the creek is very shallow.
A mile or so farther down, closer to the Speedway,
the creek bed has been bone dry.
I still get to see birds flying in and out, warning their brethren
of my presence, and dragonflys hovering and darting
among the flowers. Unfortunately, my camera
is not fast enough to catch them in my frame.