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Looking at freedom as a personal right: Freedom is the right to work out a personal credo. In a sense, freedom is the right to breathe... the right to enough oxygen for personal life... the right to be enlightened or ignorant. I just received Mary Oliver's new book from my dearest friend, Evelyn - Upstream. On the back jacket cover is a quote that I feel must be Oliver's personal credo:
"Sometimes the desire to be lost again, as long ago, comes over me like a vapor. With growth into adulthood, responsibilities claimed me, so many heavy coats. I didn't choose them, I don't fault them, but it took time to reject them. Now in the spring I kneel, I put my face into the packets of violets, the dampness, the freshness, the sense of ever-ness. Something is wrong. I know it, if I don't keep my attention on eternity. May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever in the stream. May I look down upon the windflower and the bull thistle and the coreopsis, with the greatest respect."
Purling Brook is a fine feature of Springbrook National Park most especially as it tumbles 105m from the escarpment. However the view upstream provides an appreciation of the flora of the sub-tropical rainforest the stream traverses.
I thought the previous posting should have some salmon swimming in it. It should be viewable if you see my 'photostream' ... pun intended.
- Prince Rupert, British Columbia, Canada -
On a cold dark December morning. A boat passes under the Tacitus bridge at Ewijk, heading upstream towards Nijmegen, or beyond that, Germany.
A little further upstream, along the still-quiet brook at the bottom of the valley, the light of waning winter.
The partially iced-over Androscoggin River, as photographed from a bridge on route 219 in Turner, Maine.
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Looking southwest and upstream from where the blacktop road crosses the creek (just below a couple of old barns that Jim and I photographed during August 2016).
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Little River, Great Smoky Mountains NP, Tennessee. The main branch of the Little River flows through the tighly stacked mountains of the Smokies, pure and clear on it's way between Sugarland and Elkmont. I am always drawn upstream, against the flow, it seems. Working against gravity. Spring gives me strength, wakes me up, and along the river the forest, too, seemed to be waking before my eyes. The river took on the glow of the sunset lighting the hills and my eyes followed that color as far as the converging banks would let them, upstream, where I am destined to go.
Back from a weekend in Algonquin where the weather was wet, the colours were beautiful and the company was good.
This time a kayaker gets into the action. But if you look closely you'll see a very different crew to the one I posted yesterday (see the next shot).
This is one of my favorite river spots in the Colorado Rockies. Perhaps the best light and color I've ever captured on Instax, too.
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The top of a series of cascades and waterfall drops known as Saxon Falls on the Montreal River located on the border of Wisconsin and Michigan (U.P).
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Schiff auf der Hunte in Oldenburg // A ship on the river Hunte in Oldenbrug, Germany during sunset.
© Bildwerfer • Stephan Gies.
Boulder River tumbles over a serious of huge boulders as it prepares to plunge through a canyon.
We slid down on one side of the canyon and stood on the top of the rocks. The sound of the water was deafening. The canyon was dark so once again, sliders to the rescue!
Happy Slider Sunday!
Merry waters does the stream hold within, flowing over shale and ice growing thin, sharing secrets of the coming spring, in their travels whispering. Photo taken two years ago in Northeast Ohio.