Naturally occurring scum and foam form on the creek. This one spot, above a big log jam of flotsam and jetsam, is a particular favorite. It's constantly changing, sometimes a mat as above, of blobs and accordion folds of brown and white. Other times like an elaborate tapestry woven of leaves and pine needles pressed between foamy warp and woof. And then, after heavy rain breaks it apart and clears it out, more like a swirling galaxy as the raft forms again.
I've been known to stand for extended periods meditating on this eddy of foam. Observing the way the current moves the creamy froth, rafts crashing into other patches, gathering together like Pangaea, then breaking apart and floating out to form new continents.
This week I heard a kingfisher chatter as it flew down the corridor. A great blue heron lumbered up out of the shallows where it was fishing, so much effort to raise that long-limbed form from a stand still, I felt bad about scaring it off.
No walk today - more crap weather. The dreaded "wintry mix" rain, snow, sleet, ick. Cold. It was 78 on Saturday, the plums and cherries are totally confused, beginning to open their flower buds. Hopefully they won't get nipped. Tomorrow more of the same. Enough already. I want spring!
The power was out for several hours this evening. When it got dark we bailed and went out to supper, fortunately the juice was flowing again when we got home. We are SO dependent.