On this day the creek is ablaze in spectacular fall colors. I stop and look in silence. I have known this creek for my entire life. My childhood home place is bordered by it on two sides. The creek was an everyday part of our lives. As a child it was a place to skip rocks, a place to swim, it is where I caught my first fish. Most days it is a pleasant gentle stream, a nice place to relax.
Occasionally its attitude changes for a time and it becomes a raging torrent devouring everything in its path. When the floods come we are certain to have fences swept away. The crops growing in the fertile creek bottoms are lain waste.
In its rage it deposits a new layer of fertile silt upon the fields, new ground for new crops to thrive in.
Ohhhhh I want to be there. It reminds me of my childhood as well. How wonderful it would be to sit by that stream and listen to the sounds of the water and animals and birds.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great shot.
Salty,
ReplyDeleteThis is very, very pretty. Looks like a fantastic place for a boy to grow up.
Salty, what a wonderful place to grow up. Makes me yearn for the country life. You are really a poet in your description.
ReplyDeleteOh, PS, this is a beautiful picture.
I really like this shot. Good work. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
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Hey Salty Dawg,
ReplyDeleteI really liked your bug/alien pic...wherever it went. :-)