Better than rainbows

It was pouring rain, but we gave up waiting for it to stop; we went out looking for adventure, anyhow. Finn Slough, our destination. It had been too long since we were there.

And we were lucky; just as we arrived, the sun burned its way through the clouds over the river, and highlighted the dying leaves and grasses beneath them.

West end of Finn Slough, under a wet sky.

Tin, gold and steel grey.

White undersides of leaves, blowing in the wind.

More golden trees.

What else we saw, tomorrow. (I'm still sorting photos.)
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