I realize there is a certain desolate emptiness on the blog today. I'm not personally desolate. Quite the opposite, in fact. But that photograph shows the spooky windswept look of Lake Mendota, seen from the end of Picnic Point yesterday.
February 22, 2009
All this desolate emptiness.
I realize there is a certain desolate emptiness on the blog today. I'm not personally desolate. Quite the opposite, in fact. But that photograph shows the spooky windswept look of Lake Mendota, seen from the end of Picnic Point yesterday.
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I used to ski (cross-country) out to the tip of Picnic Point in the winter. Are there still maintained trails for doing that?
Someday, and I hope someday soon, those will be waves of water, and not drifts of snow.
This picture reminds me of when we lived in Vermont:
I would hike down through the woods behind our house and ice skate on the river. All the houses were hidden by the woods and so it looked like it could have been the middle of Siberia.
"Whence came it that the elements united in one deafening crash; that the
earth groaned as though the whole framework of the globe were ruptured;
that the waters roared from their innermost depths; that the air
shrieked with all the fury of a cyclone?
Whence came it that a radiance, intenser than the effulgence of the
Northern Lights, overspread the firmament, and momentarily dimmed the
splendor of the brightest stars?
Whence came it that a new blazing spheroid, hitherto unknown to
astronomy, now appeared suddenly in the firmament, though it were but to
lose itself immediately behind masses of accumulated cloud?
What phenomenon was this that had produced a cataclysm so tremendous in
effect upon earth, sky, and sea?
Was it possible that a single human being could have survived the
convulsion? and if so, could he explain its mystery?"
All good questions.
There's a cold wind blowing in a new whitened landscape, with all of the old points of reference blurred out. Like today's cold economic winds. All strong men, with their women partners, must keep their faith in the good future promised to them, and go and do greater things then they did when their money fortress seemed safe.
Imperial walkers spotted on the North ridge!
Or welcome solitude.
Now, too much of nothing
Can make a man feel ill at ease.
One man's temper might rise
While another man's temper might freeze.
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