There is something about the sound
of water dancing along on it's way to somewhere.
There is something about a tree leaning out from a pebbly riverbank.
The ravages of Winter had uprooted some trees
but even fallen trees
were coming into leaf one last time.
I know someone who has a passion for fishing
I also know someone who has a passion for golf.
Don't understand either of them!
Well camouflaged babies stayed close to Mom and Dad
nearly blending in with a tiny island of pebbles.