Walks,  Woods

Brave blooms and a spring stream

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They look like they’ve just arrived from someplace warmer, a small group of tourists looking hopefully around for accommodations.

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Then there’s this one, growing in a tiny stream. Bloom where you’re planted.

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We enjoyed the gorgeous glen on a sunny day. The joyous spring sound of rushing water was everywhere.

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Wet-loving plants and mosses adorned the shale walls and dead trees.

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I was taken with the sense of heights as we walked down the streambed. Everywhere, the steep banks invited us to look upward toward the sun.

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The contrast between light and dimness caught my attention. So did the contrast between beauty and violence.  You can’t get a stream picture that doesn’t include trees fallen down steep banks, broken and rotting — or great stones tumbled who knows how far by the water at its strongest.

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Someone had created a space for humans along one part of the bank.

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I, along with my daughters, joined in. We left our names there beside a growing number of others.

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