When the light got strong Sunday morning, it became uniform and the larger scenes followed suit. They became less nuanced, less interesting. So we began looking away from overall creek views. Dee wandered off to chase light in the trees.  I looked down. The tide was beginning to come in floating up patches of what I would guess to be partially dried surface mud, creating interesting swirls and drifts in the process. So I stuck my head in the mud (a position some will say I am all too familiar and comfortable with) and, being a boy who refuses to grow up, I played.

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