|Green, green grass, dead trees, fluffy clouds|
|A swollen stream--possibly Walbarger Creek?|
|A gloomy island surrounded by a mirror-like moat|
Right now, those basins are overflowing, and they're forming rushing, foaming little streams that snake across pastures and form impromptu fens in the low spots. Then they spill out of the fens, pour under the road, cross more pasture, and fill up another pond, before overflowing... and so on. When you drive through the countryside, you're surrounded by a world of moving, brimming, gushing, living water. Lovely. I tried to snap some pictures as I made my roundabout way back from the farmer's market yesterday (roundabout because the roads I would usually take were flooded), but the light was a little tricky. Eh, well. I did the best I could.
|Green grass, cacti, overflowing ponds|
|Flooded trees and pastures|
There's a legend of a Breton city that was swallowed by the ocean--it's called "The Drowned City of Ys" (long story short: kings should avoid having orgy-loving daughters that traffic with the devil). It's been on my mind lately because this area looks like a drowned land these days. Only in this case, it's a good drowning (for the most part)--fat cows, green grass, filled ponds.