Imagining the Mekong

Sometimes a photo can take you to another time, another place. I guess that is the very basis of the art, the photo does lie, but it also reveals a truth about the photographer as well.
As I traveled along Ashby Island Rd it reminded me of the Mekong River, the brown water, the thick mangroves, the dense and rank riparian weeds. I took the shot and then created this scenario in my head:
the gunboat lay waiting, hiding, unsure if contact was just minutes away......
Then you get home and realise the brick veneer house is in-congruent with the memory and story. What does every photographer do... they crop.

In the end I prefer the uncropped image anyway but would never give up the imagining.

This is my contribution to James's Weekend Reflections meme.