This place lies so far across my country from where I am now. A magical place etched by time and the passing of water that moves endlessly down. Winding through stone, collecting debris with each passing storm, yet ever moving. Steps take us along, beginning at the top and moving down or the choice of starting low and rising, always the choice. We only move as fast as the slowest soul that creeps along in this magical place, crowds that stop to capture moments on their camera, or the photographer that sets up a workshop it seems to grab just that right image.
We are patient here. We wait and move one step at a time, so many of them, some slippery with the damp splashes of water, some dry and crumbling with the ghosts of a thousand steps before. We stare down and listen to the rhythm of the rushing water as it echoes all around us and we stare up at the narrow slice above where we can see the blue of the sky watching us down below.
This place draws in the people young and old and as you watch the water rush by behind a waterfalls, you feel as if you are a part of this world, this place. Every step you climb you feel your breath coming faster, so many steps, and the muscles of the legs ache when you think you can go no farther, around the bend more steps descend and you smile as a new view lights your mind and as the sun slowly begins to go down you know the time is now to finish the final steps, to let the moving water rest undisturbed from view and to let the night creatures take over and walk your steps unencumbered.
Image taken at Watkins Glen, out in the finger lakes of New York a few years back. A wonderful wine country, scenery to die for and a place of moving water that bids you to stop and stay a while.
Good morning Malctg,
You are as always, quite welcome. Although I no longer read you at five am, after the move, I get to sleep in now😊 peace and awesome writes my friend, Kim
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Hi InfiniteZip. Earth’s blood surging through veins and arteries of mother earth so she can try to survive the onslaught of man! Allowing nature to regrow! Thank you for liking my poems “The Tunnel! and “Crashed!” Peace and Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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welcome
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🙂
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It is a lovely and peaceful place, have gone twice but now it’s over thirteen hundred miles away…someday I will return😊 peace and blessings, Kim
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Thanks Robin, am trying to share more personal images and life thoughts these days, so glad you enjoyed it. Peace and blessings, Kim
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And many steps to be taken too, but it is gorgeous there😊 thanks Ken😊
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Thank you Jacqueline, it is a beautiful place indeed. So glad you enjoyed it😊
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Thank you so very much mukul, so glad you enjoyed it😊
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It’s magic. I would love to visit
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I like the way you incorporated patience, time and water into this post! 🙂
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And it changes minutely from year to year. I have a photo on my wall that I wanted to retake at an earlier time of the year, when the sun would be more overhead, thus directing more light into the gorge. It’s one of the small waterfalls, maybe 4 feet wide and 15 inches high. There was a precariously balanced, odd-shaped, flat rock that looked like an alien ship and projected over the tiny precipice at the center. That rock was in pieces in the tiny pool below the falls when I returned. Oh, well… plenty of other pictures to be taken.
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Sounds dreamy
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great post
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