Flood

This isn't a picture from this week's flood. No, this is a picture from the week before, before there were surfers in Chanterlands Avenue; before there were 100 people camped out overnight in the City Hall; before rubber dinghies became legitimate forms of street transport.

And where was I this week? Safely tucked up at home, avoiding the cold, the broken sewers, the Dysentery from contaminated water. Hardly the action of an adventurous photographer with a weather-sealed camera, I know. But, hey, the flooded streets were flooded with cameras and, now, I think I understand local 17th-century poet Andrew Marvell a little better:

Let others tell the Paradox,
How Eels now bellow in the Ox;
How Horses at their Tails do kick,
Turn'd as they hang to Leeches quick;
How Boats can over Bridges sail;
And Fishes do the Stables scale.
How Salmons trespassing are found;
And Pikes are taken in the Pound.

(from Upon Appleton House, To My Lord Fairfax)

"Let others tell" ... yup, Marvell didn't like to get his paws wet if he could help it either...