The boys were fishing to pass the time, and I was photographing this “weed”, among other things, to do the same.
Weed, you are growing obscurely into the sky down by the river. You will live quick and then you will die. A billion lives will never know you even passed us by.
I will grab you and put you up and make you live forever, weed, you’re perfect for my camera’s eye, and thus of course for mine.