There are some days when it is hard to find a single thing of interest, and some where opportunities present themselves without trying. There are some days when it is possible to harvest images in their tens and twenties and more, and others where there are images all around crying for the camera, but it is not possible to stop.
Today was one of the later kind of days, and the day on which this river abstract was taken, earlier on in the week, was one of the harvest days.
