Chasing Waterfalls

Waterfalls are beautiful any time of year. But here in Vermont, when the snows start to melt, they are truly something to behold.

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The sound of rushing water has always been a soothing balm to my soul.

In the spring, the water almost roars as it cascades down rivers and streams. There is an underlying excitement as everything thaws.

It overflows and spreads. Washing away the dirt and grime from sanding and salting. It feeds the riverbanks so that tender green things can grow. It fills the ponds and lakes with sediments and nutrients. It creates new paths and oxbows that birth with new life.

I like to chase these waterfalls and capture them at their peak of glory.

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So I can listen to them singing in celebration.

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Spring is here!

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Watching The River Run

“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”

Winnie the Pooh

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It’s important for me to remember these words.

To not rush my grief, my pain, my healing.

Yet at the same time, it’s important to keep moving forward.

Like a river does.

Sometimes slow…

Sometimes fast…

Just like my emotions. Just like my life…

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I’ve been spending time with rivers lately.

Watching…

And learning…

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I too, shall get there some day.

Two Hour Delay

It doesn’t happen very often. In fact, I think in the 28 years I’ve been teaching, I can count them on one hand. Snow days are plentiful, but not delays.

At first, I didn’t know what to do. “All schools in the Chittenden East School District are delayed 2 hours”. I had already showered. I was dressed and ready to go.

So I went. I headed to work.

Somewhere between home and the entrance to the interstate, I decided to take a different route.

I’ve noticed on my morning commute this week some interesting things happening.

Last week the thaw. This week the bitter cold.

Here was an opportunity to look more closely and capture natures’ wondrous adaptation to this extreme temperature change.

The temperature outside read -10. But the sun was rising and with it…breathtaking sights.

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I found places to pull off.

The sun rose higher and higher. I took turns down unfamiliar roads so I could follow the river.

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The warmer water reacted with the bitter air. Plumes of vapor rose…coating the trees with frost. The sun shimmering and reflecting.

My fingers frozen. It’s hard to take pictures with gloves on. But every turn and bend in the river and road…something magical would catch my eye.

I glanced at the time. My two hour delay dwindling. I made one final stop before getting on the interstate to finish my commute.

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And made it to work on time.