Let the memory of you fall free like a dry leaf off the tree of my being – leave me stripped bare like a winter tree. Leave while the rain is falling and the earth is waiting. Leave, it’s the season.
This was my first waterfall experience in Hamilton and only the second in Canada (Niagara Falls was the first of course!).
I could not get close to photographing the waterfall itself from the front, partly due to lack of determination and partly because I did not want to hold back others with my enthusiasm for a good photograph.
The best close up I could get:
Later when I went back near the top of the fall, I saw a ‘proper’ photographer with his tripod and all the right gear standing near the front of the fall and snapping away pictures of the fall. I wish for all the right things too.
As we walked the stretch of the Bruce Trail that goes along the Grindstone Creek, the green was very green, the air fresh and the flow of the creek was soothing to the spirit.
If I could, I would go here every weekend!
I’ve been working five days a week at the coffee chain. I find my words and creativity drowning and on weekends if I allow them, they come back to the surface – still alive.
Tree branches make me think of dendrites; “short branched extensions of a nerve cell, along which impulses received from other cells at synapses are transmitted to the cell body.” Of course I have not seen actual dendrites, I only have seen tree branches.
A photo from earlier this year when trees still had leaves:
I did something brave today. *Pat on the head for self* A dream came back to me.