A summer storm had caused the river to overflow the normal banks, when the water receded back to normal levels this peninsula was left covered in sand.
Within a few days the hot summer sun had baked it hard and dry leaving a desert like scene. Animal tracks became semi-permanent records of it’s passing visitors, showing the daily routines of beavers, muskrats, dogs, a variety of birds and a multitude of other small woodland creatures.
Small shellfish trapped by the quickly receding waters now were frozen in the sand, some becoming dinner for the local wildlife while others mimicking real life fossils giving the illusion of eons of years having past.
A month later grass had reclaimed the point leaving only my photos until the next flood arrives, repeating the cycle.