The water looked grey as it rushed over the submerged rocks. These are the Lachine Rapids, the reason ships could not get further up the St. Lawrence River until the seaway was built.
Bits of bright colours peeked out here and there - the rose hips that had not yet dried out. And here and there some hardy flowers still bloomed.
You can always find people fishing here, but I wouldn't want to consume fish from the river. We have managed to fill most of our waterways with toxic pollutants. Laws have been enacted which have helped things slowly improve, but PCBs lurk on the river bottom. Sometimes it's better not to think below the surface.
The sun tried to come out, but a haze covered the scene. It was a grey October day.