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Flooded rivers fascinate me. And I do mean by the definition "to attract and hold attentively by a unique power, personal charm, unusual nature, or some other special quality; enthrall".
I love to stand on the new banks of a swollen river, to marvel at the serene surface that hides currents more powerful than at normal levels... to gaze upon the drowning trees whose branches caress that serene surface... to wonder at the knowledge that the waters come from lands far upstream, whose weather may not have touched us... Even the little eddies that stretch tentatively across roads seem to whisper-sing a kind of bewitchment.
On a symbolic level, a flooded river is an amazing display of expression to me.... a reminder that something that seems so tame can, seemingly overnight, overwhelm that which contains it... drown its container in all that it is... then, upon receding, give that container back - cluttered with debris, to be sure... but also gifted with new seeds and enrichment. It's almost as though the river is stating, "Here I am. Remember me for me, all of me."
I love to stand on the new banks of a swollen river, to marvel at the serene surface that hides currents more powerful than at normal levels... to gaze upon the drowning trees whose branches caress that serene surface... to wonder at the knowledge that the waters come from lands far upstream, whose weather may not have touched us... Even the little eddies that stretch tentatively across roads seem to whisper-sing a kind of bewitchment.
On a symbolic level, a flooded river is an amazing display of expression to me.... a reminder that something that seems so tame can, seemingly overnight, overwhelm that which contains it... drown its container in all that it is... then, upon receding, give that container back - cluttered with debris, to be sure... but also gifted with new seeds and enrichment. It's almost as though the river is stating, "Here I am. Remember me for me, all of me."