I walk beside the swollen river, the path ahead of me a puddle where the fullness of rain has cast the bank aside. My shoes squelch in the mud. I jump and laugh at the sheer fun of it. The wind gently pushes the water downstream creating thin, steely ribbons that dance for a second and then disappear. I continue on, amazed by the sky, the clouds, the whole picture; the abundance of green, a word so hopelessly inadequate in describing the variety of life I see. Perhaps that is the point. You have to see it. You have to feel green. Like the dragonfly in my photograph the true beauty of nature is easily missed, but once in a while it is worth slowing down to breathe it all in.