It has rained and rained and rained and rained, but the river stays in its banks for now thank goodness. It's a wee bit surreal to plan your escape at the first sound of running water coming down the stairs, but I've also been wishing bad things on the Treloar levy, which is supposedly too high. One night we went for a late drive and watched the beautiful light show, partially fulfilling my desire to be a storm chaser one day.
So many Photo I students come and shoot this mill right next door and you can see why. I don't think it is going to be there too much longer, something from an era past. The clouds were just amazing this night, so I couldn't resist the image cliche' either.
All of this water has brought out a freakish amount of mosquitos. I think I have at least 30 bites already. No sign of West Nile though, knocking on wood. I just can't remember the last time I was so ate up so early in the summer. However, the purple martins and swallows are loving it. They swoop and swarm and make whoopee all up and down the street and nest under nearly every eaves. EXCEPT
This poor chap. The weather just got to be too much for him I guess, or else this is Darwinism in action.