I’m back at Dos Rios after a trip to the city.
Dos Rios Bridge
This morning’s big excitement?
A blossom sheath has fallen from the palm tree in the yard.
Fallen palm tree bud sheath. It’s big. See flipflop for scale.
At the Casita
Lifting mists silhouette palms.
There will be sunshine.
There will be sunshine today.
I’m going to walk down the hill.
Descending from Dos Rios
A spent treeblossom rests upon the earth.
Fallen blossom.
I loiter at the bridge, and look downstream.
I loiter at the bridge, and look upstream
There were some strong rains a few days ago, which made the water get muddy and rise. It has cleared and come down now. Sun strikes a the yellowgreen fire of a patch of young cane.
Looking down, left to right, there are leaves, shadows, the shore, sunlit water, shaded water, and rippled sky reflections in the middle.
Then (again) shaded water, rocks, shore (again), and leaves (again)….
I will return here.
Again.
thetompostpile 
Your river at Dos Rios looks a little bigger than our Tiasquam!
I have yet to see it in full-on rainy season “spate”, but got a glimpse this year. The valley is bounded on one side by mountains high enough to scrape water from the sky. And they can scrape in large quantities in fairly brief periods of time.