“the winds”

I walked out of the building tonight about 7 pm. The wind was fresh and alive. The air was soft and room temperature. I felt like I was surrounded by air. It was delightful. It’s still windy. The house is stuffy. The temperature has dropped.

Sights of today:

Fat tadpoles in dirty pond behind the office.
Wisteria in full bloom hanging over the arbor.
Car on fire on the side of the highway on the way to work.

steichen’s pond

Neglected…a lot of half fledged insights lost. Walks disappear from memory. But not from maps. I mean Moves. There’s a park in Redding called Topstone, land bequeathed to the town by the photographer Edward Steichen. Thus the name “Steichen’s Pond.” (There is a typo in the map data.) I have memories of hiking and swimming there as a teenager. Briefly. And seldom. Free memories. I retraced those trails, and more. A few bugs, a few birds. Brown brown brown leaf-mulched surfaces. Lots of rocks. Blue water, and a nervewracking crossing on a cement walkway overĀ a small dam between two ponds.

steichen's pond, topstone park

steichen’s pond, topstone park

river walk

I anticipated mud, but I got perfectly snow-covered trails, not slushy, just soft and a little slippery.

Blowing beech leaves accumulated in the trail.

beech leaves in path

beech leaves in path

leaves on snow

leaves on snow

The boulders in the water had a lot of presence. They appeared more defined with their snow coverings.

boulders, river

boulders, river

return to cold water

Back up north, back to my routines. At first it felt good, then I started to miss the stimulation of novelty from my vacation. I had to reorient to contentment again.

view of Cross River Reservoir from Reservoir Road

view of Cross River Reservoir from Reservoir Road

closeup of little birch island

closeup of little birch island

pattern of branches across ice and water

pattern of branches across ice and water