December 08, 2002

Near the Source

Image copyright Fred First

The unnamed creek comes from darkness underground beginning in a dozen springs a mile south In its past, it has raged back and forth Between the ridges, swollen and angry Carving our narrow valley from Appalachian stone. Today the little stream purrs along peacefully enough, Cold, clear as liquid glass, on its way down mountains. It carries the smell of snow to a sandy beach on the sea. Tonight the creek will freeze along the edges. In a month, we will hear a river embryo calling faintly From under ice and we will walk on water.

Dear Fragments Readers old and new...

Since you are busy and cannot come to visit us this holiday season, I want to come as close as I can to sending a bit of Goose Creek to you. If you'd like, you can download a full-sized image of the one above. It might make a nice screensaver or desktop. If you put your ear up close to your monitor, you can hear the creek and smell the snow! Consider this your "First" Christmas present from the Firsts to each of you. (File is 570K. Right Click the downloaded image and "save picture as" to some comfortable place on your hard drive. The file will be available only for about a week.)

Posted by fred1st at December 8, 2002 08:20 PM

Thank you much, Fred!

Posted by: Da Goddess at December 8, 2002 09:05 PM

Your blog was recommended by a friend, not the usual way I stumble on web logs, and I bookmarked it that first visit. I like the Wendell Berry feel, the tranquility of living the good life a la Helen and Scott Nearing, and the connection with nature that I get from reading your stuff.

I even looked Floyd up in my Servas host book and wrote to the couple living there. I wanted to visit your little town. But the couple has moved to California and winter has definitely closed in.

I want to get outside more, to breathe more air, to smell more woodsmoke, to tramp to the crinkle of leaves. But then...I'm a traveler, so I want to go everywhere. Everywhere there's people, anyway.

I noticed you invited readers to step forward to introduce themselves. This is my introduction.

Posted by: Patricia Perkins at December 8, 2002 11:03 PM

Oh, Patricia just nailed it down for me! Thanks Patricia!

This is the Wendell Berry of Blogs. Perfect. I love Wendell Berry in that way that only a confirmed Suburbanite can do -- wistful resignation combined with seeking ways to internalize and manifest his ideas in *my* environment.

It is with that spirit that I read your posts and look at this beautiful winter scene.


Posted by: Cody Clark at December 9, 2002 09:13 AM

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