Even I, perhaps the most drought-phobic human in the northeast, am, after a record-setting number of days of measurable precipitation, getting ready to throw in a very wet towel and say, Enough... well, for now. It's been hard to be outside, for it's not only rainy, it's also very chilly, so I'm reduced to only a few minutes of relatively dry picture-taking possibilities. This morning, however, there was a break in the showers, and though I was still wearing light gloves, I was able to get into the back woods with the dSLR and search for interesting images. The one that caught my attention was especially aural: the mini-waterfall created by my son more than 30 years ago in his namesake stream was in fine voice. Gray as the day was, I liked the light on the moving water... the very moving water.