From all the years I spent playing my found folksongs for people on the Mississippi River steamboats (not gambling boats) I have learned to try mightily to appreciate perusung whatever floats in the passing parade that come my way down the big stream to enlighten me -- pretty much by chance---by lucky happenstance. Even with reality's toxic pollution floating by on occasion, if you aim your camera's sights at the intriguing patterns of color and light and dark, quite often you can save images that are worth keeping.

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