The last photo before the fall

I was out taking photos yesterday evening at the Gandy Bridge. I was going down the concrete erosion control to get a better photo of the sunset, when I slipped on the wet concrete and fell backward busting a place in the back of my head. This was the last photo that I snapped off before I fell. I was able to get up, and bleeding profusely, drove home. Judy then took me to the emergency room. Since I had just been there with Mother from here fall the other week I knew the procedure. I now have nine staples in my head. (No, they don't go into the skull they just hold the skin together like stitches.) I seem to be doing alright and am no less incomprehensible than normal.

This is the scene of the crime