aefenglommung (aefenglommung) wrote,
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Flow gently, sweet Pishon

I went over to Wilderstead this morning to start laying out the job of installing joist hangers, as well as some other chores. I don't think I can use my nail gun to put up the joist hangers. Each of them requires eight nails for the hanger (plus four for the actual joist end). These are 10d nails. Banging them in with a framing hammer is going to be a weary job, I'm afraid.

I took a couple of pictures of my creek, which is named the Pishon (after one of the four rivers of paradise in Genesis). The first is a picture of the fall and bathing pool that I have enjoyed the last several years. It is now being broken down by successive spring spates, filling in the bathing pool with big rocks, becoming over time more a rapids than a fall.

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Upper fall and bathing pool

Alas, nothing ever stays the same. Ah, but downstream, there is now a new fall forming that wasn't there before. This is the way the creek works over time, constantly breaking off and moving upstream, then starting new falls below, eroding out the streambed. As Heraclitus said, "No man steps into the same river twice, for it is not the same river, and he is not the same man."

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Lower fall with upper fall in background

I have owned this piece of ground and this stretch of creek for quite a number of years now (17?) and I have a different creek every year. Meanwhile, I have changed, too, over those years, and the changes accelerate as one goes along. That said, the Pishon is still the same beguiling watercourse I have always enjoyed returning to, and my boyish soul is ever-renewed in the holler, whatever my rapidly aging body is feeling.

A day spent in the woods is always a day well spent.
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