Sitting by the Klamath River in Northern California, watching as it endlessly
makes its way around the bend, searching for the sea. A "wild river' it is, one of the
few left untouched by dams and the interference of man. It flows as it did for
thousands of years. The river change from green to blue, and there are a myriad of greens along the bank. Wood ducks, otters and deer keep me company. A paradise for hearts wounded by modern life. It seems a glimpse into the life of those who came here before.
busy and playful
flow unrestricted by man
secrets of the past
The silence is broken by the voices of wild creatures, and the occasional
sound of a fish jumping in search of a fly. Tiny frogs crawl up and down the bank,
some still having remnants of their polliwog tails. Bear tracks in the wet sand tell me that I am not alone.. Overhead a contrail fades, a reminder of the other world waiting for me tomorrow.
the call of wild things
and the call of tomorrow
living in this day