Hoosic River Red.

Friday at work, it rained like hell most of the day, and rained like autumn for the rest of it.

And the river rose, the Hoosic River, winding its way through North Adams, flowing incongruously Northward  through the Berkshire Hills of Western Massachusetts, defying gravity, defying geography, defying logic, escaping Westward into New York, spilling its juices into the womb of the Hudson, and finally, finally heading Southward, as though it had suddenly realized the folly of its ways, the futility of its trajectory, the irresistable pull of the sea.

Back in North Adams, Virginia Creeper festoons the concrete walls where the aberrant river once overflowed its mud banks: