“Water . . . Beautiful it always is! You see it glistening in the dewdrop; you hear it singing in the summer rain; you see it sparkling in the ice gem when the trees seem loaded with rich jewels! . . . dancing in the hailstorm, leaping, foaming, dashing! See how it weaves a golden gauze for the setting sun, and a silvery tissue for the midnight moon! ~John Bartholomew Gough, (1817-1886)
A desert fascinates me, but I would not choose to live there. I could never live so far from water.
Not for mere physical needs – though clean water is so essential to us we are much composed of it – but because, for me, the ready availability of natural, clean, flowing water is as intrinsic to who, what, and how I am as is the DNA that comprises the building blocks of my own body; or the emotions, thoughts and feelings that emanate from my brain or, if you like, my soul.
Clean, unpolluted natural water is life. It is inspiration, comport and peace. It is refreshment and recreation. It is fierce, dangerous and challenging. It is vital. Whether it be the languid beauty of a lake on a still warm morning, the rush of a sea wave to its own destruction upon the rocks, or the merry rill of a small bush stream, water completes me, restores and heals me and is at the very core of nature.
I searched, recently, for the tag “water” among all my photos stored on Flickr. Just mine, no-one else’s. But still the search returned thousands of hits, so much is it ingrained into the landscapes I travel through, the birds and plants I photograph.
These photos are a small selection of those thousands of images. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did when I took them.
“Pure water is the world’s first and foremost medicine” ~Slovakian Proverb
A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature.
It is earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature
~ Henry David Thoreau
“The lakes are something which you are unprepared for; they lie up so high, exposed to the light, and the forest is diminished to a fine fringe on their edges, with here and there a blue mountain, like amethyst jewels set around some jewel of the first water ~Henry David Thoreau
“What makes a river so restful to people is that it doesn’t have any doubt
– it is sure to get where it is going, and it doesn’t want to go anywhere else.”
“Take a look at your natural river. What are you? Stop playing games with yourself. Where’s your river going? Are you riding with it? Or are you rowing against it? Don’t you see that there is no effort if you’re riding with your river?” Frederick (Carl) Frieseke