No matter the crazy things that happen to us in the human drama, water still flows over the dam. Today's introspection in a quiet way is that in the cacophony of daily living, the rain continues to fall on the just and the unjust. It is collected and flows to the sea. The moisture evaporates back into the clouds. The clouds of different types are carried about by every wind to a new place indicating different daily and hourly weather formations. The rain falls again in a new place. That is the refreshing. In the human drama, we "know" what climate and weather to expect in each region based on the topography but not in enough detail to know precisely what it will look and feel like in each day and hour. Predictions are difficult and variances are evident in attempted prognostications. There are droughts and deluges. Cycles and seasons. Epic changes on a decade or 100 year basis. Nuances. And we do some things to control the flow. We are part of the flow. We survive on the flow. We are influenced by the flow allotted to us. But we don't have total control and each of us is one small part of a much larger interplay. I can only be mesmerized and humbled at the awesomeness.
I only just noticed after scrutinizing this photo....it looks to be a natural beaver-snapped log resting on this civil engineered dam.
I only just noticed after scrutinizing this photo....it looks to be a natural beaver-snapped log resting on this civil engineered dam.
Copyright James E. Martin 2014 Water Over the Dam
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