I stood on a bridge over a creek rushing off a hillside and into Lake Washington. The amount of debris makes it possible to see how turbulent the transition was. 11 more words
1 week, 6 days
Upstream from home the river rushes.
2 weeks, 6 days
An Everyday Pilgrim
During a restless night, I felt like the Israelites again. All the things I have to do were advancing toward me with their sharp spears, while my heels backed into the Red Sea. 388 more words
My hubby and I took a little drive to Sooke Pot Holes Regional Park earlier this week to check out the salmon spawning. Unfortunately, there were not many salmon hanging about. 25 more words
around above beneath
The word “unleashed” intrigues me. It feels like it should be used exclusively about things good. Happiness, intelligence, grace, joy―not negative power as in floods and fire, anger. 641 more words
1 month, 1 week
The water’s back and places where I was walking last month are running with the river.
1 month, 3 weeks