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John Clare knew and loved this stream:
"I love to see the Beech Hill mounting high,
The brook without a bridge and nearly dry,
There's Bucket's Hill, a place of furze and clouds
Which evening in a golden haze enshrouds."
(Bucket Hill was the old name for Buckhurst Hill)
Nearby is Lippitt's Hill Lodge the mental asylum that once held the peasant poet, John Clare. Run by the kindly Dr Allen, Clare entered as a voluntary patient in 1837. He improved and was allowed to walk in Epping Forest. In 1841, he grew worse and with the help of gypsies, he escaped and walked first to Enfield and then some 80 miles home to Northborough in Northamptonshire. He was then restrained in Northampton Asylum where he died 24 years later.
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Another view of the Smoky Mountain stream in the National Park. Not much water now, but, I imagine it overflows after spring run off and rains
A bit of an early Waterfall Wednesday post (though it's not a waterfall shot, specifically). I took this on the hike back from Ramona Falls, on the longer scenic loop. Something intrigues me about this photo, but I can't put my finger on it. Critiques would be much appreciated, specifically if you think this shot is dull and boring!
Thanks for stopping to look.
This Sunrise met us on our last day in the park. Right after this Brennan had a nice meeting with the park ranger discussing the parks thermal features!
The creek was down to a small trickle when we passed through last weekend. I bet it's got a bit more after the rain we've had the past few days. — in Rainier, OR.
I snapped this one while taking a breather from pedaling my bike - I have taken the step toward getting myself back into better shape. I have been riding the bike trails in the area for 2 weeks now. I feel better and can not wait for Monday so I can get out there and start a new week of riding! Hopefully I will be able to knock off a few of these extra pounds while I ride around and take pictures!
These colors are starting to fade, so I thought it would be cool to post shots of the colors as they change from this wonderful green to the drab brown, gray and black of Winter. Stay tuned!
"... The flow rate varies with the seasons: 0.7 m/sec in fall, 4.5 m/sec in spring. The annual volume is 25 million cubic meters."
_according to the sign by park authorities
Find myself beside a stream of empty thought,
Like a leaf that's fallen to the ground,
And carried by the flow of water to my dreams
Woken only by your sound.
Alone I've walked this path for many years,
Listened to the wind that calls my name.
The weeping trees of yesterday look so sad,
Await your breath of spring again.
Far beyond the hills,
Where earth and sky will meet again,
Are shadows like an opening hand.
Control the secrets
That I've yet to find, and wonder at
The light in which they stand.
Lyrics by Steve Upton of Wishbone Ash from many years ago