Fresh Braids

Another night of rain, often heavy, promised new things to explore outside my front door. One natural catchment nearby was filled with the sound of frogs croaking for their mates. Other areas of "my" wash still had small streams of water flowing over the rocks, gently disappearing into the sand only to reveal their presence just under the surface when I would sink into the quicksand to above my ankles.
This is actually one of the last shots I took as I walked up the wash this time instead of following the flow. The wash was flowing well in the dark of night, but the last good flow of the storm left distinct patterns in the sand. Canon 20D - 1/30th, 18mm @ f/22, ISO 100, Orange "filter", Sepia toning