Saturday, January 8, 2011
Weird, Wonderful Water
There is no pleasure in winter, without water. Its weirdness and wonder takes my breath away. When I took this picture I was in a hurry to get done with a hike... for I had hardly eaten that day. Exploring a "short cut" along an old disused rail line (America loves to get rid of public transportation, while talking about another goal entirely....) not four blocks from my house, I pushed through some over grown Shagbark Hickories and Beech trees, and looked down at this little frozen still life. Suddenly, I had all the time in the world.
The stream bed had risen during December's unusual level of precipitation. The cold froze the top of the stream, and then the water table, when the snow stopped falling so much, fell. This left small freezing, intermittent flows, which froze in the January evenings. Melting and thawing, melting and thawing... weird, wonderful H20... in the Periodic Table of the Compounds, dear water, you are so very, very out of bounds. And I too, am mostly, you.
How very much I miss this kind of thing in July.