Happy day to you! And if not, the same to you as well. May you have beans on your toast and an evangelical wren in your tree, a hat for your scalp and the truest of smiles in your eye. May your music have fiddles and each meal a cup lifted with our Christ.
Sometimes the sun looks different, and I like that.
After so much rain last week, the Catawba was heavy. It took extra muscle to push its weight behind me as I worked my way upstream. Along the way, though, patches of lingering autumn color made the effort worthwhile. Here are some views of the afternoon, perhaps too many for one posting, but it has been a while. (I may need to relearn photographic restraint.)
I threaded my way through some fallen trees into a deeper place, contemplating the stillness. But I wasn’t there long before a truck approached, unseen behind the trees to my right. Not knowing who they were or how hospitable they might be to my presence in “their” woods, I turned the Q700X around while the truck growled its way through whatever mud it found. You might remember that this kayak is quick, so I was back to the river entrance before they were finished parking. I would find other stillness, perhaps.
I crossed the river and came farther upstream to this passage between two islands, a place I’ve kayaked and photographed several previous times. The flow was impressive, sounding like rapids in places where tree branches filtered the current.
A ball becomes smooth from its passage through the net, but not all at once.
It’s September, now.
It has been a wonderful season of rest and worship, time spent with friends and solitude in beautiful places. I plan to post here about some of it, soon. In the meantime, I hope this fresh year is good for you.