Mud. Lots of mud.

This evening I went down to one of my favorite spots on the Ohio side of the Ohio River. It's also pretty popular with fishermen. Just not right now.

The high water of recent weeks that deposited several inches of mud on concrete walkways and boat ramps also deposited lots of mud on undeveloped spots. At this place, you can see footprints several inches deep. The mud that was left behind when the water went down several days ago has not dried out yet. There was only one spot of litter left by a fisherman, and it was high up on the bank.

Whoever manages the boat ramp at this spot abandoned it long ago to the mud. It's still a public area, but I doubt that anyone has launched a boat there in years. There's more than half a foot of mud on the ramp now, and if it hasn't been cleared by now, at the end of July, it probably won't be.

Another evening down by the river

I had a few minutes yesterday evening before I had to pick Adam up from band camp, so I went down by the river to see what was there. There was a lot of wood floating in the water and washed up on the bank.

Here is one log that drifted by slowly. If it was moving any slower, one of Huntington's many graffiti "artists" probably would have tagged it. I converted the image to black and white and upped the contrast to get a better look at how the waves mingled as the irregular surface of the log bobbed in the water.

For some reason, I like seeing how the timberheads at the spot where the big boats tie up look against the setting sun. Sometimes, when the sky cooperates, they look really good. Other times, not so much. Here, you decide.

This bottle of Pepsi intrigued me. The cap was tight, and some cola remained inside when the litterbug left it here. It had been here long enough for condensation to form on the inside. Eventually I realized I was looking at bubbles from the inside out.

It also reminded me of those pictures that went around a while back where someone Photoshopped the seed pods of an Amazon flower of something on a person's bare back and warned you what would happen if you used the wrong shampoo.


And so went another exciting evening by the Ohio River. As someone said, you can see a lot just by looking.