I woke up in morning gloom. Heavy grey clouds. An impulse to turn over and try to go back to sleep.
Something inside would not be denied, though, and so I put on my paddling clothes, life vest, pack, two cameras, a tripod and a thermos of green tea and made my way to the river.
Then this image, a soft flash of light and color before the dark clouds closed in again.
Two bows of gratitude: First, to the still, small voice that quietly said ‘Go. Now.”