There’s something about the flow of a river that touches me deeply. As it winds its way through bright open fields, shadowy woodlands and jagged mountainous rocks giving life to everything around it, I always sense an urgency in it, even in its stillness, to ultimately find its rest in the all embracing love of the sea. Whenever I’m beside a river I think of the words of Norman Maclean who wrote, “A River Runs Through It.”
“Eventually all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.”
Categories: Mysticism, Photography, Rivers
Tags: A River Runs Through It, Norman Maclean, Rivers
This is a wonderful photo, Don. Thank you for the quote as well. There seems to be something primal about rivers and creeks – any flowing water.
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Thanks LuAnne. Yes, I also experience it as primal, especially the sound it makes.
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Ahhh, river music. 🙂
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I hope to come across some creeks on my forest walk tomorrow, your words remind me of a river picnic we enjoyed last spring on our way up country…the photo and quote are beautiful, reminding us of the beauty that’s just a breath away.
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Enjoy your walk and all you see.
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