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( Many more, and larger, under the cut... )

Click through any of the pictures to see way too many more... I kind of got carried away (luckily not literally) with this, especially the close up shots of the turbulence. In that way, it's very much like the shots I did of the firepit a while back...

Cross-posted to

naturesbeauty and me own journal...

Current Mood: good

Today,

aequitaslevitas and I did some yardwork.

I know, shocking, isn't it? =)

We took down the deer fence circles around the two elderberry, the katsura, the tulip tree, and one of the mulberry trees. One of the former shrubs seems to have given up, despite having been planted in what really was an unsuitable location (too dry). We relocated the surviving elderberry to a spot where its inherent thirstiness can be put to good use.

We wrapped the elderberry with one of the deer fence sections, and used the other relocated ones - along with the section that had surrounded the river birch until earlier this year and the last remaining unused bit. We redistributed and set the poles around a grouping o four - a viburnum, a dogwood, a summersweet, and a winterberry - and used the mesh netting to encircle the lot of them. They are some of the harder hit plants, although, really, the deer will eat whatever they stumble across.

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In other related news, the Rachel River excavation served its purpose: things looked good down there, and should continue to flow nicely with more rain, should we ever happen to get another drop or two. On that note, Hanna proved to be a light, gentle rain that lasted most of the day; stronger at times, but generally very well behaved and un-stormlike. This is of the good. If things came down any faster, there wouldn't have been a chance for the water to sink in and run off would likely still be flowing.

Current Mood: tired

rusalka
by Everett A Warren

August 24, 2000

walk with the river
along the shore
safe and dry
while she tumbles by

roots of old willow
twisted down the banks
drinking deep of darkness and the flood
decay for a soul and wisdom for blood

warnings he speaks
in the shakings of his leaves
if it’s hope she whispers, be wary of that lie
false words she speaks while she tumbles by

long strands of hair
tangled amidst the roots of old willow
her laughter like a rainbow, moist and full of light
rather be wary, says she, of a rotten willow’s soul dark as night

sing with the running water
hopes and worries wash over branch and stone
lost with all the tears you cry
while she tumbles by

the face beneath the flow
promising eternity
grasping cold, wet, and alone
to chill the heart that dreams of home

dance with the river
caught in her torrents and carried to the sea
past outstretched hands and many a tear-filled eye
helpless as you tumble by

( It looks better larger... )

Click through for more on Flickr...

Facts of life time. Periodically, there can be floods in the best of places. It happens. Factor in the rivers, their cantankerousness at being forced to stay in their banks like good little schoolchildren, and it happens. Sooner or later those running waters get ticked off at the impertinence of man and all that dam(n) concrete, and woosh, over the bank it is, to have fun with the spirits of the woodlands. They all drink deep, party the night away, and then, besodden, head back to bed, awaiting one heck of a hangover. When those ffolk of the woods get up the next night, they find all manner of flotsam and jetsam that is now considerably less floaty. They get on with their lives, as we scratch our head and wonder why it was this happened to us and who can we sue to prevent it happening again and then we forget about it so we can get back to important things, like finding out how Paris Hilton is coping with life after jail.

Catastrophic floods that just sweep out of nowhere and sweep away Piglets and Poohs and all manner of other things don't happen all that often.

( Cut because I got a wee bit wordy... )

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Debby Holiday - Half a Mile Away

etude in Dm for earth, water, & gravity
by Everett A Warren

August 26, 1998

in the waterfall there is a dream
it is a True dream
and it is not always unkind
no more so than it might seem kind
it is only a little dream
and so it can only do little things
like carve deep canyons and take that earth with it and build an island
things you may not notice as you build bridges over it
little things it knows
like how to fly
and how to dance in shimmering rainbows
drifting down in a mist of celebration
and how to sing in melodious voices
like a quiet flute speaking of contemplation
or a thundering organ speaking of fire and brimstone
reminding you that even little dreams
move mountains
it is a True dream

it goes like this:

can you not feel it?

Left my card for the door at home, so I'm trying to minimize going anywhere outside the office - so I went over to Engineering for some water. Usually I go downstairs to the lunch room and use the water cooler there, but that's an isolated locked room, and I'd also have to deal with getting back in here again. So, Engineering it was: got back and poured a nice cool cup, and - something just tasted off.

I don't know if it's the water itself, or if it was the bottle I filled. Almost a bleachy taste, but nothing overly noticeable to smell - but actually seems to have irritated my lungs a bit.

So, more soda for me. That will teach me to try to drink something good for me...

Current Mood: thirsty
Current Music: Bach - Brandenburg Concerto No, 5

So the local news was showing results of the flash flooding from yesterday - lanes split in half, cars swallowed up for parking where the road *used* to be, a story of a girl who was swept under for minutes after clinging for four hours, and then they show a hole on a golf course.

"Local golfers had to keep an eye on this water hazard..."

And they zoom out and the green is the only thing in sight that is not underwater.

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: fish tank burblings

I had to replace the water filter, about half-way through its natural life. During my shower yesterday, the flow slowed to a trickle. I was expecting to just dump out the extra sediment that gets stirred up, 400 feet down, whenever we get excessive rain, but the filter was done. Hopefully the replacement will last more than a few days. Of course, since I was not expecting to replace the filter, I didn't prepare a quantity of water to rinse it out. Had to go use the neighbor's hose, which probably did a better job than a bucket or two of rinse water.

At lunch I noticed a man and woman at a corner booth with somewhere between 6 and 60 kids. The adults got up and left, the woman ordering two of the kids, maybe ages 3 and 6, back to the table despite requests to go to the bathroom. The adults walked out of the restaurant. I noticed they were outside talking, smoking cigarettes. The kids, without adults, sat on the top of the seat backs, ran down between the rows of tables and so on.

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult - Hit & Run Holiday

when the water flows
by Everett A Warren

May 12, 2006

when the rain falls
the forest sighs in relief
drinks deep of life
and reaches for the stars

when the river runs
the rocks sing of pleasure
shaped by the flow
and cleansed by the sands

when the ocean dances
the waves crash upon the shore
wild with the storm
and rustling quietly with the calm

when the poet dreams
the words flow in the veins
drinking deep of life
and reaching for the stars

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etude in Dm for earth, water, & gravity

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