WATERY WEDNESDAY # 27 TAUGHANNOCK CREEK

TAUGHANNOCK CREEK


Ancient bedrock patterns,
Shallow flowing streams,
Restless summer ripples,
The patterns of reflected sun.


Sparkling golden highlights,
Darkened surface lows,
Are endlessly changing,
Yet surprisingly constant.






The dry summer, without any heavy rain storms, left the creek beds with a colorful coating of algae on normally gray rock. Together with the low sun light the creek bed had better fall color than the tree foliage.

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Today I’m different than yesterday

And tomorrow more the same!

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Winter hides in shady hollow,

Woodland ponds, deep or shallow,

Where ever gray ice forms,

So dense and fallow.

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Spring plays on sunny slopes,

Filled with life and full of hopes.

...............................................RDS

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Death in fall,

Spring reveals it all

Depresses the sign of joy.

Hope can be a false god,

Deceives to onward force

A journey without meaning.

Death in fall,

Spring starts the path

Resurrection to realize,
Death in fall is not real.

Spring will soon give lie

Of the death in fall.

...................................RDS

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A terrible thing this morning, the value of the written thought was determined, not by scratchings on a paper, but by bytes and pieces on a monitor. The bright screen with darkened letters seemed more real than hardcopy, transposed by flesh and blood, imperfect lettering quickly written, can be seen, quickly byteing cannot.

This Luddite, dragged kicking and screaming, fighting tooth and nail, not giving up without a fight, is losing the battle with modernity. I never seem to plan ahead, so I run out of spa

ce at the end.

P.S. Even yellow lettering on a blue screen has become too real. ... RDS