Light showers were still lingering in the area and the winds were calm in advance of an approaching cold front. I liked the way the shadows and reflections of the maples played across the waters of my swimming hole at Jim Day Rapids. Beavers had long ago ringed the tree on the western edge of the scene (right). It was still standing with no bark and no protection against the elements.
The water was still chilly but it was getting almost warm enough to take a dip.