(or: ‘trunkspotting’) Today no observations, it rained all night, the river flooded and the “bridge” is under 2m of water. We sit in the café, sipping our teas, at 6a.m., staring down at the river. The water keeps rising, the current is strong and brings down massive trees and rafts of debris. The view is perfect, the waves come powerfully out of a bend, head straight toward us and then bend again under us. We probably look stupid, but the flow has a hypnotic quality to it. Beautiful.
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