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