I had a rare moment to myself yesterday, and stopped to look at the flood damage along the Clackamas River near Oregon City. Huge logs had washed up over the sandy banks where we used to picnic. The sand itself had scoured away to boulders and pockets of river-worn rocks. The saplings along the water's edge had trash ... mostly plastic bags and fishing line ... caught nearly 10 feet up their trunks. I found this water-worn tree along the shore, still cradling the stones that it grew up with. I thought it made a very evocative picture.
