We interrupt this program because the sun came out.
And I went walking, picking my way through the mud, looking for the sun.
I cannot very well take pictures of the sun itself, but I thought I would take pictures of the first flowers, or of the strange fetal buds of emerging plants, or of fat songbird colors buffed up like jewels in the reflections of the great star.
But I didn't have much luck with any of that.
So I did what I always do when the photography gods aren't smiling. I went to the creek.
The creek is in a valley and trees grow all up the sides. But the sun likes to see what it can see, and it loves to see valleys and shadows. So it moves and it shifts and it peers its way around every single thing it can. It looks and it slides, and it finds whatever way there is.
And that's how I finally found it, the sun, swimming in the water.