The break in the weather gave me the opportunity
to walk along the Central Canal, both to enjoy the sun
and to take some pictures. At the end of the
canal, where the water enters the White River, I found
these grasses caught in a splendidly simple
arrangement on the wall, a russet leaf trapped
just so to balance the composition.
And below, at the edge of the river, a school
of carp swam in the current, fighting against it
to reach a quiet pool of water where
a meal could be had.
I could have watched those fish for hours,
their blue-gray bodies accented perfectly against
the yellow clay mud beneath them.