Last week, we were up on Bays Mountain in northeast Tennessee, hiking around the reservoir.
Much to my chagrin (which didn’t last long because I was enjoying the crisp air & colorful beauty too much), I didn’t have my Nikon with me.
Regardless, I happen to live in this wonderful technological age where I can pull an i-magic box from my back pocket and still share some of my glimpses with others. (All are unedited phonography.)
Here was the first event that pulled me to the water’s edge.
Because of the loss of resolution in my zoom function, my i-art looks a little Monet-ish.
But those of you who remember the Tennessee artist Ben Hampton will appreciate that I’ve added some of his artistic flair (a piece of wildlife that blends into the imagery). Did you spot it right off the bat? (No, sorry,didn’t mean to mislead you – it’s NOT a bat…)
A coot in the lily pads
Here’s a broader view of the lily pads with brighter fall plumage on the opposite bank’s trees than on our silly little coot.
And here’s our first crossing over the reservoir. It was awesome to walk across a field of lily pads!
Here are a couple of other great shots of crossing more lily pad mines – exploding with fall’s magnificence!
On the way out, we spotted a funky little fungus (or maybe just a fun guy – get it? Fungi. If you pronounce it with the j sound, you won’t get it…) He’d artistically blanketed himself with contrasting & complementary colors for his photo op.
More proof that nature has great taste! (No, um, I wouldn’t suggest eating him.)
Falling for fall again, -jody
Pardon me for being FORWARD, but…
Life often offers moments of resistance, even in times that might otherwise seem fluid.
To navigate the waters of life, we often have to practice persistence, dedication, balance, teamwork, community, creativity, and sometimes, even a little friendly competition.
As food (not of the fish-food sort) for thought, I present you with a few
Methods for Moving FORWARD (in life’s waters & beyond):
_____________________________Remember…Moving ahead is always better than being a behind – – – jody
THIS POST WAS CREATED IN RESPONSE TO THIS WEEK’S WORDPRESS WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: FORWARD – share a picture that says FORWARD to you.
Okay, I’ll just admit it. I have a Falls Fetish.
Now before you go labeling me as a weirdo or kinky, let’s discuss the actual definition of this word, fetish – from somewhere other than the Urban Dictionary. I’m going to default to Dictionary.com:
- An inanimate object worshiped for its supposed magical powers or because it is considered to be inhabited by a spirit.
- A course of action to which one has an excessive and irrational commitment.
Synonyms: idol – charm
I can’t seem to resist being drawn in by a waterfall. I’ll assume it’s the associated magical powers compelling me to come find it – – either that or my State Parks Waterfalls Google search. (One can never be too sure about these things.) Waterfalls do, after all, have a certain charm to them. And, on occasion, I’ve found myself being irrational concerning my commitment to get to one of them – sliding deep into a gorge, of which I’ve then had to spend an inordinate amount of time searching for muddy roots by which to pull myself back out; or perhaps dangling dangerously over a ledge to assure that some nosy tourist’s ear didn’t get in the way of my camera lens’ view. But I digress…
So there was this meet-n-greet at our church the other day, in which one of the new attenders mentioned that his wife had gotten him a waterfall map for our area, and I immediately began to either try to coerce him out of it or set up a hiking date. His wife seemed good with it – I think she understood the waterfalls were the actual attraction. Church – spiritual – maybe a little irrational in my course of action? See the connection with the actual definition that includes worshiping, spiritual inhabitance, excessive courses of action? Yep, it’s a fierce fetish.
And then there’s my novel, At the Water’s Edge. Bet you’d never guess that it has a waterfall in the setting that makes a wonderful centerpiece to an important part of the book’s context. Here’s Wil giving his Aintin Aoife (and now you) a worded image of this magnificent waterfall by his own memory’s recall:
“Me senses could na’ quite take it all in – the scents o’ the blossoms, the harmony o’ the waterfall with distant birds’ calls, the vibrant colors more powerful than any I’d e’er before seen, the warmth o’ the sun mixed with the refreshin’ coolness o’ the water. ‘Twas sech an awesomeness ‘bout it – ‘til I realized I was there alone. I had this fleetin’ thought then. It occurred ta’ me that ‘twasn’t mech of a gift if I didst na’ have someone with which ta’ share it.”
So it’s by Wil’s cue (and Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge on Water) with which I share my own water submission today, as well as make the not-so-confidential confession of my own Falls Fetish. It’s been a gift for me to be able to share a few of my falls fotos with you!
Life is a series of F S
Of losses and finds,
Of crossing bridges to unknown sides…
Of pondering ‘what ifs,’
Of nearing cliffs,
Of skips and slips and unplanned trips;
Of well-planned goals
that get filled full of H O L E S…yet –
Our feet oft resound
On stray paths found
In our trials,
(to our surprise!)
Where ‘breath-takings’ still abound.
© 2012 jody love
May your climbs continue on well past when your life becomes crepuscular,
And may you become as grand as all your falls, viewed only through lenses of spectacular!
Sharing my wonderful day at Foster Falls, -jody
In response to “Me Time” – What’s your ideal Saturday morning? Are you doing those things this morning? Why not?
Foster Falls is one depiction of how I like to spend my Saturdays, beginning in the morning and travelling through a breath-taking part of my day. Those pictures were not taken this past Saturday though – they were from the one prior – nor were they posted this past Saturday, as originally planned. As I awoke on this particular past Saturday, after a week-full of worries from colleagues over a perceived threat that began on Monday, a mid-week mass mall shooting that intensified those concerns, and then hearing the very sad & further heart-breaking news from my office on Friday afternoon of what had transpired that day at Sandy Hook Elementary (and being thankful the majority of my colleagues were already safely at home), I realized by Saturday morning that my “me time” needed to be my “He time.” As much as I enjoy it being our “we time” as I marvel at His works in nature, I spent some quiet time, instead, going to His Word. My own heart was torn, in need of healing. Less of me; more of Him. Then upon reading post after post filled with despair and searching for answers, I decided this particular Saturday morning might best be spent trying to put to pen the words I was personally applying as a balm to my own soul, as others tried to sort through it and find hope and healing. I wrote this post that morning instead, in hopes of sharing some of the hope of which I, too, was being reminded: A Mean and Less Life.
Weekly Photo Challenge: HAppY
Weekly Photo Challenge: Changing Seasons
Wild Weekly Photo Challenge: Water
Wild Weekly Photo Challenge: Texture in Nature
Sometimes my Reflections are of the personal “me” kind –
Who I Am
Who I Yet Wish to Be
Where I’ve Been
Where I Yet Hope to See
Reflecting on Where I would Frame my Home
All These Dreams Are Locked Up Inside of Me
Self-Reflection of the Narcissistic Kind?
When I can reflect beyond myself –
Only Then Am I Truly Free
To Become…So Much More Than Me
Others’ Reflections can be viewed here.
Wherever I travel, wherever I go
My God blesses abundantly, this I know.
Corresponds to the week’s Travel Theme on Liquid from Where’s my Backpack?
Man Pouring out Baptismal Blessings
Baptism is a sacrament. In a sacrament, God uses common elements — in this case, water — as means or vehicles of divine grace.
Nowhere do I personally feel God’s presence and grace more than when I’m meditating on His creation alongside one of our many Appalachian springs.
Nature Pouring out Baptismal Blessings
Up a Creek
I’ve spent a large portion of my life in creeks.
(I’m told several people in our area have Creek Indian in their blood. Perhaps I, too, have a smidgeon – maybe that would explain it.) 😉
I’ve also found myself up a creek, a time or two or three or more, without a paddle. Rather than share the particulars of those life incidences with you, I thought I’d share a shot I took of my friend, Chief, finding himself in somewhat of the same predicament during a recent expedition. Now where is that Sacagawea when you need her?
Up a Creek Without a Paddle
Up a Creek without a Paddle
I’m grabbing my paddle & participating in the LetsBeWild.com Wild Weekly Photo Challenge.
This week’s Challenge is: Water.
Link here to get a Splash of the Wet & Wild Winners!