Musings on the river

My route to work takes me over the Missouri River bridge on 291.  As the water level dropped - thanks in large part, I hear, to an ice dam up in Iowa somewhere - a pile of debris started to become visible.  From the bridge, too far away to really see clearly, it looked like a couple of old railroad ties sticking up, ends butted together to form a rude triangle with the river's surface.  (I investigated one day by driving into L Benité Park, and it was, indeed, railroad ties.) 

Now, the river has risen again, trading the railroad ties for other, floating debris.  There's still a little area of turbulence on the surface, though, and, having seen the cause I know what's under it.  I leave the reader to find whatever message they like, there.

Musings on the river

My route to work takes me over the Missouri River bridge on 291.  As the water level dropped - thanks in large part, I hear, to an ice dam up in Iowa somewhere - a pile of debris started to become visible.  From the bridge, too far away to really see clearly, it looked like a couple of old railroad ties sticking up, ends butted together to form a rude triangle with the river's surface.  (I investigated one day by driving into L Benité Park, and it was, indeed, railroad ties.) 

Now, the river has risen again, trading the railroad ties for other, floating debris.  There's still a little area of turbulence on the surface, though, and, having seen the cause I know what's under it.  I leave the reader to find whatever message they like, there.

Seen today while browsing at lunchtime...

Not that I'm making any sort of statement here...

Seen today while browsing at lunchtime...

Not that I'm making any sort of statement here...