Spring runoff, the modest beginnings of a stream.
A slightly perverse composition. We shall title it, "Directions".
Mmm, love that water
Especially when it's all reflective and such.
Saul happily immersed. Dollys Sods is a very limnal place.
Limnal - of or pertaining to boundaries, thresholds.
Red Creek - the water's been running for awhile here.
Oh maybe a few million years
All for me! Really, you shouldn't have.
Dolly Sods, how can I thank you, for such appositions?
Such sparse and thrilling sketches?
So much depends on a puddle
The trees and leaves embedded therein.
Oh, the Limnality! The Limnality!
I find these rocks and this water thrilling
There is a depth of character
and expressive range
That I rarely find in people, nor in places
Saul got a bit obsessed about the correct placement of this rock. Poor angel. I think he's happier now.
And onwards! The water's cold was somewhere between stunning and numbing. After wading, I usually had to stop for a minute or two, to let my brain thaw.
Saul mongst the pussywillows. And I too shy to take anything but covert pictures of people.
Where did the gleam come from? Either fog on the lens, or ethereal influences.
Bold and tangled ramparts, disparate and yet coherent.
Nothing starts and nothing ends.
But what was here before, and will come again.
And the river runs on.
Washes trees and rocks down, always down.
Again the haze! So strangely perfect!
Ohoh, Z just got sucked into water patterns
While politely not shooting Saul's nekkid dive into stremely cold waters. Here he lectures on the Merits of Living, the Shock of Watery Coldnesses, and Immutable and Irrepressible Spirit of Man.
As exemplified in this rune.
A cloudy rainy spring day.
Let's focus in tight
catch the patterns
Colonizing a fallen tree
Yea and from rot comes life.
And life holds all, yea even long-dead rocks, in its embrace.
A return, to simple borders