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  • I described myself as a River Watcher the other day - meaning only that I enjoy looking at it change shape and size from one or two vantage points on my drive to work and back. Then I realized I haven't taken any time out to go look at it lately, despite the heavy rains. The next morning I tried to take a picture of it as I drove by, but all I got was the cement barrier of the freeway bridge.

    Yesterday I closed my shop before dark, so for the first time since the rain started, I was able to see the south side of the river on my drive home. This is the side I use to gauge my level of wonder over the intake of water. There are trees there on dry land during the summer that I can usually still see most of in the winter. Driving by yesterday afternoon, I was awed by the few remaining spots of green - the tops of those trees I could have climbed a few short months ago.

    I thought I should double back and take a picture, but I was due at a friend's house for some talking and some listening. I thought, I'll get the picture tomorrow.

    The rain had stopped so I knew whatever picture I got wouldn't convey the massive swelling of that moment. I hoped it would at least be close.

    This morning I took the long way into town, making sure no one was behind me as I approached Memorial Bridge, so that I could stop and snap a quick picture from my car before heading to work. This tactic has never proven successful in actually showing how big and happy the river is, which always makes me feel happier in return. It does, however, serve as a good reminder of seeing it with my own eyes.
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