I don’t often think of water as having texture. The picture shows a little flume, at Ravensburg State Park, where the stream was directed through a channel formed by large rocks. If the water had been higher, the flume would not have been there … if it had been lower, the flume would, perhaps, have been even more dramatic. I could discern eddies, cascades, and turbulence. I could also see evidence of uninterrupted flow. Where water pitched down over one rock or climbed another, turbulence drew air into the mix. If I fixed my gaze on a particular spot, the pattern of splash and bubble was chaotic. Other areas were perfectly smooth and seemed unchanging. Something of a paradox, since water continued to move through such areas. Like a standing wave, there was movement without apparent movement until, of course, a twig or piece of ice or slush was caught up in the flow, giving a frame of reference for the transport of clear liquid. I particularly enjoyed looking at the two areas to the right. At the bottom was some reflected light that seemed to pulse as water, coming from the left, was caught in the flow, and quickly turned the corner to be redirected downstream. Above, I could see a series of striations. The wrinkled surface was not fleeting, it persisted for as long as I stayed to watch it. The ice too had texture, surely caused by variations in air temperature, humidity, and perhaps the water conditions present when it formed. Some was as clear as glass while other bits were opaque. Some surfaces were smooth, others wrinkled and undulating. Perhaps these ramblings will suggest that I don’t have much of consequence to say. Perhaps they will show that there are many things to see, even in winter, when one takes the time necessary to appreciate the details.


35 thoughts on “Rambling

  1. Amazing that you were able to capture all those different types of movement in one shot. You’ve got swirls, plops and calm areas not to mention ice and free flowing water. You’ve got clarity and opaqueness. An image full of different things to look at and admire. Nicely done!

    • Hey there (is it?) Linda. Thanks so very much for taking the time to send along your kind observations. They are very much appreciated. If you dig deep into the archives of this blog you will discover that I have always had a tough time with my own opinions of my work. Sometimes I think the writing is OK and the images aren’t … and, at other times, I’ll think the images are OK and the writing isn’t. Sometimes I doubt whether anything I present iS worthwhile. I am my very worst critic. But, kind words like those you have taken the time to send my way today make me see that, yes indeed, I do get it right every once in a while. Thank you so much. You made my day. D

      • Self doubt is the pack of stones all artists must lug through life. It is clear that you are an artist. I’m glad if I could briefly lighten your load! πŸ˜‰

        • What a wonderful image I now have in my mind. And, thanks for the vote of approval. I have questioned before what it is I think I’m doing with this blog and still am not entirely sure. I would like to think that some of what I’ve posted can be taken as artistic … and your words suggest that that is so. Thanks so much. D

  2. You described the intricacies of the flow of water perfectly – and the images shows them all! I have sometimes figured that complex phenomena (complex in terms of hard to model mathematically) are the most intriguing ones for artists! So if this is true fluids moving like this will trump the motion of planets anytime.

    • Thanks Elke. I really thought about talking in more about chaotic movements and laminar flow … but thought that folks might not appreciate the technical-side of such beautiful phenomena. I’m glad you found the treatment ‘just-about-right.’ D

  3. What a beautiful post in every way David. You wrote in such a way that I was caught standing in silent wonder at the nature of water and ice … a beautiful shared mindful moment.

  4. Naomi is a jewel. A writer, story-teller, poet, photographer, and an all around wonderful person. I’ve known her since the beginning when I was blown away by her stories and a photograph of a tomb, of all things. Chuckle. You can answer Ray’s question about the photo on my blog if you will, please. He’s a photographer friend from thirty years. Thanks. I didn’t reblog it correctly so the comments on it here don’t show up there. Duh… πŸ˜‰

  5. If I had the time
    To find a place
    To sit me down full face to face
    With my better self
    That does not show
    In my daily life that rushes so
    I might be moved
    By the thought sublime
    If I had the time.


  6. For something so simple it’s amazing just what water brings to us (besides life itself, I mean). Best of all is the chance to just sit down by it (not IN it – Dave are you listening?) and just be.

    • You are the undisputed Champ of the Understatement! … it’s amazing just what water brings to us … besides life itself, I mean. Nice to see your smiling face in my comments queue. D

  7. There is a lot to enjoy here, David. The water’s movement, the coolness of the ice, the warmth in the light on the rock and a nice balance between the left and the right.
    Water is magical.

  8. Textures are amazing, but require time to capture it perfectly. I love the ice, I love the different colours. The transparent bit, next to the very thick one is just perfect to look at. Have a nice week!

  9. And sometimes we need to be reminded to appreciate the small details. I loved your picture and your narrative put me in mind of a distant remembered poem by a Welsh poet, William Henry Davies. Here it is:

    What is this life if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare.
    No time to stand beneath the boughs
    And stare as long as sheep or cows.
    No time to see, when woods we pass,
    Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
    No time to see, in broad daylight,
    Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
    No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
    And watch her feet, how they can dance.
    No time to wait till her mouth can
    Enrich that smile her eyes began.
    A poor life this if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare.

    • I paused after reading … A poor life this if, full of care. How true. A stark reality that I have only recently begun to appreciate fully (nearly half-way through my sixth decade). It is ridding one’s self (and significantly, opposed to oneself) of care that is the difficult part. Especially when one has become so used to being so full of care. To jettison the worry seems irresponsible. And, therein is my difficulty. Thanks for the important reminder J. D

    • Hey there Naomi. It was such a delight to see a new face in my comments section this morning. I am so glad you appreciated this image. I just dropped by ‘Writing Between the Lines’ and saw some very moving images there … nice. D

      • Thanks for stopping by. I try to take a wander out of my usual paths and patterns and am always very pleased that I did – it’s good to discover your blog too!

  10. Reblogged this on She Kept A Parrot and commented:
    I never reblog a post from any other blog. But this photo fascinates me. When I saw it, I had absolutely no idea what the heck Dave had found. He’s a farmer, a scientist, a professor, a very talented photographer, and heaven only knows what else. And, he talks too damn much. But, if you’re interested in almost anything, you can probably find it at The Farmer’s place. Guess what this is, and then read what it actually is! Chuckle…

    • What can I say George? You have always been just the ticket for my psyche and good opinion of myself. Your kind words have always been the best medicine. I read this comment after arriving at work this morning. After doing so I walked down the hall to pick up a document that I had printed and saw my face reflected in one of the office doors – I was smiling – and we both know that I don’t do that very often. Thanks so much for taking the time to prop me up when I really did need it. Thinking of you. D

      • I cannot believe you’re sixty years old! You surely do not look the part! Lie and nobody would ever guess …. Chuckle … No wonder you’re contemplating what you’re going to do for the “rest of your life” as folks say. Stop that worrying. And smile. You’re approaching that age group who look angry if they aren’t smiling. I discovered that with my mother whose doctor thought Lucy was upset when actually she was just concentrating on trying to understand Ana’s accent! I told her to smile. Now, guess who goes round grinning like a lunatic monkey? Chuckle. I always smiled anyway simply because I smile. Now, I am aware of the effect, not only on others, but on me too. If you’re in your sixth decade, you can forget being in charge of every aspect of your existence and everybody else too! Smile, strap on that camera pack and give yourself a break! πŸ˜‰ Life pretty much takes care of itself. Trust me on that one …

        • I’ll be celebrating birthday number 55 in a bit George – sorry for the confusion. A professor of mine in graduate school always referred to the ages through the tenth year as belonging to decade number one. So, by the time one is 11 years old one is already in the second decade. Again, sorry for the confusion – perhaps I should learn to think, speak, and write in a more straightforward and plain manner? You are always so full of very good advice and I know to listen to it. I began today with quite a scowl … I’ll see what I can do about changing that. If I manage it, it’ll be due to your good influence. Thanks for the pat on the back this morning, it is very much needed. D

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