Sequence of events:
Run errands for the wife.
Run errands for the wife.
Go to the boat ramp at the mouth of the Guyandotte River to see if there's anything worth getting the camera out for. Look up and down the Ohio River. Nothing there.
Head to Harris Riverfront Park, a few mile down the river and around the bend. Nothing downriver. Up a mile or see, see a boat heading up toward the Guyandotte ramp.
Get to Guyandotte boat ramp in time to get a few decent shots. Too bad the river has been up lately. It turned the banks to soft mud, the kid that adds a pound to each shoe for every step you take.
Walk along some thin, exposed tree roots a foot or so above the mud, trying to balance yourself while holding the camera steady. Get off a few decent shots.
Come home and upload them. Then do the household chores you were supposed to be doing instead of taking more pictures along the river.
You know, that balancing act on the roots was a whole lot easier 30 years ago, before the cashiers at Taco Bell started giving me the senior citizen discount without bothering to ask my age.
