RDS: "With familiarity the profound becomes mundane. With passion the mundane becomes profound."...... Saul Bellow :" A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep." ......MORE PHOTOS @ saunterings.com

Sunday, April 19, 2009

One Single Impression #60 One Word

To Listen, a Friend

To focus concentration
One needs to dialogue
With but one To Listen.

To Speak one word
Without To Listen is
But noise,
Dissonance not resonance.

Thought is not wasted
Within vast emptiness
With but one, one To Listen.

An audience is one,
The necessity of one,
With but one, one To Listen.

Into nothingness ideas float,
Without an audience of one,
One To Listen, a friend.

Sunday, April 12, 2009



Coursing through spring veins,
Being red or even not,
Live water, Life streams.
Spring runoff, greening open fields and newly budding trees, life seldom is any better!

Thoughts along a camera-less brook.
A fine spring day near a sparkling surfaced brook, the sun is high and bright, blue sky is deep, crystalline, and multiple in the liquid brook below.
A small brown bud coat shed by a neighboring tree glides over this page every so often, another major event in the sequence of spring.
A flowing brook is an ever-changing sparkle, a study in contrasts, the rough and tumble commotion at stream’s center is surrounded by back eddies of solitude. The many faceted jeweled surface sparkling in reflected sunlight and the haloed darkness of shadows on rocky bed near the shore. Each rock and pebble, every reflected hill and hollow appears on its surface. Each point transforms the streambed’s shape to light.
A fine spring day means life, and life can be smelled in the air; it enters every pore. Awaken and observe, it is but a fleeting moment, an emotional state of mind, a culmination of a sequence of events. You have to be right for spring, it is but momentary, that special joining of the sun, water, air and you. RDS

Tuesday, April 7, 2009



At Havana Glen Park, McClure Creek heading for Catherine Creek the main inlet to Seneca Lake, is squeezed by towering cliffs into a narrow channel.

Near the falls, called Eagle Cliff Falls, the headlong rush of the creek calms as the falls-carved amphitheater opens more creek bed. The falls is positioned in a beautiful setting, clearly marking the passage of time.

After summer thunderstorms the creeks in central New York rise quickly, before slowly retreating a few days later. Water clarity usually returns rapidly since the stream beds are rock solid.

The trail, after entering the woods from an open picnic area, virtually overhangs the creek.
The roar of McClure Creek, thunderstorm swollen, echoes off cliff walls. Rushing, tumbling, agitated, the water hypnotically draws you towards it. The effect is intriguing.

Sunday, April 5, 2009



Out of stillness, listening
A distant voice is heard.
Darkness flees tear-felt eyes
With every heart-felt word.

Noiseless, dark clouds flee
Stillness of silent listening,
Pursuing others relentlessly,
Deaf to distant voices heard.

Out of stillness, listening
For distant voices heard
Silent seclusion steals away.
Its vision proved absurd.

The absolute stillness of the water contrasting with the clouds moving quickly overhead gave one pause, a reason to stop along the trail. The mood of the woodland pond changed as the clouds passed by the sun, sometimes somber, other times cheery. .
Looking down to see the sun and sky,
Looking down to glimpse the tree tops,
The wonders of a woodland pond.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Watery Wednesday: Sauntering Chimney Bluffs


The park showplaces an eroded drumlin in central New York. Drumlins were formed by the great glaciers from about twelve thousand years ago. According to geologists there are about 10,000 drumlins near Lake Ontario. As far as I know there is only one Drumlins golf course!
Drumlins are scattered throughout the area and appear to be smallish, elongated hills.
These spires and chimneys can be as high as 150 ft. Walking at their base along the lake shore is humbling. The erosion of the drumlin is quicker than plants can grow to stablize the slopes.
Old tree trunks, cobblestones and clay actually make an interesting mosaic.
From the shore to the top is a long way, all stairs, too many stairs. But the view from the top is worth the sweat, as the two pictures at the start show. The kayaker gives some perspective of the height.

The rate of erosion is seen by some perched garden plantings! The trail along the edge was missing occasionally, eroded away.
The trail back was through pleasant woods made unpleasant by heavy rain from a quick summer shower that lasted until the parking lot. At least it diluted some stair-sweat from the shore to ridge hike.

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