Birds imitate art:
No luck at the museum pond this time. Off to Lake Raleigh, then, but there was a race going on. So, onward to Lake Johnson. Life imitates art:
A more serene view:
To the fourth watery area I visited in the day, but no birds or other wildlife, only some static reflections.
The mud was deep and viscous. It tried to steal my shoes. If algae could experience contentment, this would be it:
It was a day of mixed results, but I also got in some useful scouting for future adventures.