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Good Morning






On another trip to K-Burg I was lucky enough to time it so a barge was passing bay.  It was a full moon and as usual, quiet with just a hint of sound from a moving body of water.






Winding through the destroyed and dilapidated old bridge span this barge travelling south places both spotlights on either side of the river.  It will move those lights back and forth taking in all the hazards, buoys and shining light on those things that may hinder its progress.  




It gets closer to my position.




And closer...






And then, just as the tow boat was right across from me, it turns on its side light, illuminating me and, in its soundless fashion, says "Good Morning."   I wave back and after it sends its message, it goes off.




And then it goes on its way.




Like a spider feeling its way along a floor, the barge moves its lights in an endless sway as it floats slowly on its mission.  And "Good Morning" to you.

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