The story of Saturday was our family bike ride to Minnehaha Falls. The flooded creek had turned the bike path into a lake. The water was well over our pedals and we could feel the current moving us along.
Undeterred, we moved to the street and followed the creek from a safer, drier distance. We were awed by the power of the rushing water, the way it changed the landscape; the fury of the falls was nothing short of sublime.
195/365: minnehaha falls a la J.M.W. Turner