Little Trebble

This stream holds lots of memories for me, most of them quite happy ones. That little patch of blue at the upper center of the shot is a glimpse of Fish Creek. I would have loved to stand on it's banks and pick out good skipping stones to throw just like I did when I was a boy. But today I needed to get a supply of suitable stones to set the posts for the patio roof.

It was good to have my feet back in those waters again but the one sure thing in life is change; even if you don't want it to happen -- it does.