At one point, there is a lovely bank looking down on the creek. This is just about a mile from our farm.

The creek is running high this year, from all the rain we’ve had this summer. I was wondering about the leaf on this fully immersed rock: what is keeping it there?

The patterns of ripples around this rock made me think of mathematics, or music, because of the lines, curves, regularity, contrasts, constant change, forces measurable and immeasurable.