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Fascination With Water

Water has many “faces.”


The mirror for a spring day.


Ripples roll yellow-rimmed shadows, like a spilled bag of marbles.


An abstract shadow of the floating leaf.


Look close — there’s the yellow-rimmed shadows. There’s also faint surface reflections of sky and trees near the bank.


Sky reflections show water movement and faint designs of nearby objects.


Every tiny bubble reflects the same view of above.


Larger bubbles become a “lens” that distorts the circular view around it.


The water’s surface … a Monet painting?


Ice formed into the shape of either a bell or a hat.


The surface of the water freezes. Lines form as the water level gradually drops, and the ice continues to form only where the water touches it.


I have no idea how this ice formed. It had to be magic.

Hmmmm– Running Water

What a difference one day makes — this morning windchill at – 4 from another Arctic blast.

The sun shone yesterday (Monday) and temperature reached 50.

Buffy and I hadn’t hiked lately because of the Arctic weather and the last of the deer seasons. We headed to Eagle Mountain (a ridge of hills on the eastern side of southern Illinois.)

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Water actually ran in upper parts of the creek and dropped underground in the lower areas where the creek widened considerably.

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Ripples created the most fascinating yellow-edged shadows.

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Bubbles distorted the shapes they reflected.

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Melting ice remained on a small north-facing sandstone outcroping.

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At least I can walk back through my memories of this hike while the frigid winds blow again outside.

New Year’s Yard Walk-About

The sky cleared this morning, and light rain and snow are expected later this evening.

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The thought “yard walk-about” had me heading out the door. This milkweed seed obviously stood out where it was stuck to the ice in the water garden. I knew it wasn’t from the butterflyweed that grows in my butterfly garden. They released their seeds months ago.

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Ripples in the ice created interesting shadow designs.

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Feeding immature leaf miners left designs on this leaf.

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This climbing milkweed (Amplelamus albidus) is considered a pest. Monarch butterflies will occasionally nectar on its small white flowers, and will lay eggs on the leaves late in the season.

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Squirrels occasionally visit our yard. It stayed frozen on the limb of the elm tree, and hurried toward the trunk when I started walking.


I might just have to do another yard walk-about this afternoon too.

If I remember right, there’s a law against doing housework on New Year’s Day.

Along the Creek

Every hike along this small creek varies from the recent weather, the weather of the day and probably from my mood too.

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Small creeks hold just as much enjoyment and intrigue as larger ones.

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Rippling water created constantly changing patterns of light and shadow.

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This creek has more than its share of petrified wood for some reason. Petrified wood always fascinates me that wood became stone through a loooong process.

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Green algae made quite a contrast with drab colors of winter.

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 I just paused and took it all in before

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going in closer to photograph falling water

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and ice formations.

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As you can tell, movement of light and shadows fascinate me.

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As do bubbles. It’s hard to tell in this picture, but each bubble I photograph had my reflection on it.

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A thin layer of clear ice covered a shallow pool off to the side of the creek.

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It’s obvious why artists use nature for inspiration.

The Healing Powers of Nature

Dramatic and fleeting patterns

We live 1/2-mile from the tornado’s destructive path through Harrisburg Illinois. I was (and still am) in a state of shock and disbelief, even after seeing the damage first hand. Our electricity came on around 6 p.m. last night. I went to bed feeling guilty (and quite grateful) that I had electricity and a bed to sleep in.

Since they wanted people to stay away from the damaged areas, I planned to do just that. My way to cope with tough times is to go into nature. Buffy and I did just that. I wanted a casual scenic drive, so we took out across the flats south of town and then went up on Eagle Mountain road. The road meandered along the top of the ridge for 3 or so miles, then angled downward.

We stopped at the widest creek that crossed the road. This rocky creek measured roughly 25-30 feet wide. Water didn’t cover the whole creek bed. A storm night before last and then rain yesterday morning with the tornado created a healthy flow in the creek. I was able to cross the water, and we meandered upstream. Buffy didn’t exactly meander with all the area and scents to check out. The creek gradually narrowed the further upstream we went.

Nature offered so many interesting things that easily distracted me.  The water falling over rocks had different sounds. Some sounded like busy swishes. One sounded like it was falling in a barrel. Some areas were quieter and others quite active. Green algae grew on at least three-quarters of the rocks and waved in the current.

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I got so absorbed in the sights and sounds that nothing else existed. I kept taking picture after picture of water, shadows and light, all in constant motion. The ripples cast shadows and sunlight the yellow patterns. Many factors contributed to the water’s  reflecting results — the depth of the water, and the size, shape and angle of the rocks. My focus on the moving designs erased all unsettling thoughts.

The water, the surrounding hills and the solitude … I brought the peace home with me … and 136 pictures.