Silver platters.

Going up.

The girl with the curl.

One day, baby girl, I hope you’ll love your waves just as much as I do.

Ripple effect.

Scalloped edges.

Solace in the shade.

Walkway closed.

The meek river running through town quickly turned mighty after a massive downpour on Friday. It seemed like most of town showed up on Saturday to take in both the street art festival and the height of the water line. I wandered around pointing my camera in all directions and overhearing people exclaim, “I’ve never seen it this high!”

For today’s post, I decided on a monochrome version of the swollen Grand, just kissing the edge of the upper riverside walkway:

…and a shot of the staircase (gated and padlocked, though that was probably unnecessary) leading to the lower walkway, now under several feet of water:

By the way, this is the lower walkway, pictured in drier times (the black railing of the upper walkway/staircase is in the top left of this shot, just above the group of people in the distance):

You get the idea.

It’ll be at least a few days before we’ll be able to skip along here again. (Don’t worry, we’ll play by the rules and wait till the padlock’s been removed from the gate before venturing down the stairs. Safety first.)

Stripes and shadows.

An apology.

Dear lines, shapes, light, and shadow:

I’m sorry that I haven’t ever really noticed you all that much. I promise to pay better attention from now on.

With sincere admiration,

Me.

Step right up.