Drifting Along

Roswell Park. Late Fall. I and my son took a walk long the creek. There is always something floating in the water, from fallen leaves, sticks, bark to lost balls, etc. We set by the water and watched it hurry by and disappearing under the small bridge, carring all it's treasures right along. And I thought, why not let a doll take a journey inside an old kid croc shoe?!