Friday, December 7, 2012

After Taking Photos, I Turned and Breathed, Alone at Round Valley Reservoir

Alone again at Round Valley, I could have been a thousand miles from civilization, hadn't I the notion lurking in the background of my mind about the reservoir's nature as an impoundment. But wonderful nature this is and I felt no subtraction at all. Surface calm like a sheet of ice, my steel weight penetrated surface tension with a simple plunk, dropped 20 feet or so by the inevitability of physical law, and I set the rod between stone upright to attend to photos and writing while I waited.

After taking photos, I turned and breathed as though the intake of my chest had a subtle equivalence to the distance of those hills, feeling the space between to be a presence.

 

 



6 comments:

  1. An easy deep breath with that catch in the end to know full expansion.

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    1. I wonder how you found this one, Catherine. Perhaps you searched under one of the labels? 2012 was a wonderful year. I tried writing about Round Valley in ways that usually proved not to work, although this piece evokes experience well.

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  2. I was in the throughs of trying to organize my gmail and discovered a section containing this entry. I can't for the life of me retrace that path! There you go, it's all an accident!

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    1. You've given me incentive to go into drafts and edit the pieces that didn't work. Not right this minute, but I've done so many posts I'm confident I can make some of those I took out work. All the posts are in the dated archive.

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  3. Almost like reading it for the first time. Felt more moved this time.

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