We rode up river to look at the damage caused by the swift and high water.
Many boathouses had been torn from their ramps.
There was a boat precariously perched on its lift.
Many piers suffered damage from high water and debris.
On the way back I spotted a boathouse that you may recognize from my last post.
The rogue boathouse was escorted back home by two towboats.
Water does whatever water wants.
FLOW
I live on what used to be the Catawba River.
A power company has built dams to form a series of lakes.
The water at my location still moves like a river and has not changed much in hundreds of years.
I can tell where the original river ran by how the water moves.
We are experiencing flooding right now.
The lake above us is over full. Water has risen and pulled out debris from its shores.
This debris is coming over the dam at the present time.
I have been sitting in my chair at the windows watching the water move.
I am in awe of its power to move heavy things.
Its flow is fast. Things are being propelled like a fast moving parade.
I love water. I respect it, but I do not fear it.
I will be here most of the morning.
Watching nature’s power.
Flow
I live along the Catawba River.
I see all kinds of rocks. Round river rocks and white quartz catch my eye.
The stone I found yesterday stood out because of its perfectly flat polished surface.
I turned it over in my hand several times.
There were also polished indentations on each side.
I put the stone in my palm and wrapped my fingers around it.
It fit just like a glove. It was like connecting with an ancestor.
The photos do not do this justice. I wish you could feel this in your hand. It is amazing.
The grinding tool/manos was made for a person with hands the exact size as mine.
I would never have figured this out if I had not turned it around in my hand.
This isn’t just a tool, it’s a treasure.
FLOWER
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