The setting sun cast a silvery gleam on the water running in Main Street. The waters look peaceful but there is a strong current here on the far side of the sand bags.
Hundreds of carp spawn in Firemen's Park, an area where people usually walk or sip coffee. As of last evening there still were knots of people watching, chatting and taking photos. All those speckles under the fence are fishy fins.
I've posted several photos of water in peaceful reflections but this one of the Milwaukee Street bridge shows how high and fast the Rock River is running. It crested Saturday, but I couldn't see any change in the water level yet Sunday evening.
On the different subject, I am feeling amazingly uncreative, and I'm not sure why. All winter and spring I drew and painted every day, feeling good about it, pleased and surprised at some of the results I achieved. But since the show at the library has gone up, despite supportive calls and notes from friends, I have little enthusiasm for picking up a pen or paint brush. I did participate in the Beloit plein air event (before the park flooded out), and I did submit some experimental work to a Wisconsin Regional Artists Program show in Whitewater. But my heart isn't in it. It could be that I just had lots of nervous energy going getting ready for the library show, and now that it's hanging, I'm tired. It could be that I just need to look for more balance in my life, take more advantage of the nice summer weather to work outside in the garden. It could be that minor disappointments like my aunt not being able to see the show the one day the library closed, or not receiving awards at competitions bothered me more than I want to admit. I don't know. But I hope it passes soon.