And the seasons they go ’round and ’round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
I paid no attention to the weather report when I went out. I didn’t even look up at the sky, just headed down to the park and the river. I had an hour before I had to get to an appointment which seemed like a good amount of time to walk and think and shoot.
Within 10 minutes it started to rain, pretty hard too. I spent most of the next 30 minutes under the canopy of trees with my hoodie up, pulling the camera out every now and then to catch the river through the trees when it looked particularly rambunctious. I got some great shots but all in all I like this one the best which I took before the rain began.