We spent the weekend trying different water sports on the island.

At dawn, the water buffaloes slowly waded through the rice paddies, their silhouettes framed by mist.

At dawn the geologist tasted a sample of ziment water, noting its metallic tang and the telltale blue-green stains along the mine walls.

The toddler insisted on wearing her water wings before stepping into the shallow pool.

The little boy clung to his water wing as he nervously dipped his toes into the pool.

The crew prepared passengers for a water landing after the engine fire forced the pilot to divert.

A tiny water tick clung to the pondweed as I peered into the shallows.

The botanist knelt in the marsh to study specimens of water speedwell, noting their habitat and floral structure.

Scientists collected water ticks from the marsh to study their life cycle.

A water crow plunged into the rocky stream and emerged with a small insect clutched in its beak.