I went to Houston last week to get a photo of a river sign. A long drive for a tiny thing. It is a very busy bridge on Interstate 10, so it was a little spooky to get out of the car and try to take a picture. Flip flops were not the best choice, either, as the uncut grass and weeds were hiding all sorts of trash from the cars, trucks, and eighteen wheelers speeding by above. I was terrified someone would launch a slurpee out the window onto my head. Luckily, that didn’t happen and I got the shot, which can be seen above and on the landing page for my memoir: The Old & Lost Rivers.
A while back, I got a better quality shot of a different sign, at the same bridge (just heading in a different direction):
There has been absolutely no retouching done on either sign photo. The courses of these rivers are so intertwined that one sign has them as separate rivers and the other sign (more like my book title–so worth the hot August drive) has them together as one river. My book has them as two rivers but said together, as that is the better metaphor.