“These rocks are too heavy, can’t carry them any more,
don’t know why I ever picked them up before,
going to have to put them down where they don’t belong,
’cause I can’t get them back to where they came from.
These rocks belong to no one, except history.
Somewhere between the desert and the rolling sea,
or maybe up in the mountains blue and tall,
I picked them but now I’m going to let them fall.”
― Jay Woodman
This is one of those images that just created all sorts of thoughts for me. It’s not a typical shot for me, but the arrangement fascinated me at the time.
Along the shore of the Crowe River, near Apsley, Ontario, the river, which is really a large creek, dropped off its spring cargo of boulders. The river starts out at Paudash Lake, some 15 miles north. However, the Crowe is mainly a ‘meander’, meaning it snakes its way slowly through the surrounding countryside. So, how far from the source this point, just above “The Gut” is would be a guess.
What struck me is the size of these boulders (the small one in the centre is about bowling ball sized) and how a generally lazy river could move these. That got me wondering further on where they came from and how far they had travelled. At some point in the spring there must have been a substantial current and these boulders have had quite a journey to round and smooth them as much as they have been. Yet, at some point in the spring runoff, the force of water was no longer sufficient to move them any further and he river unburdened itself, till the cycle repeats next spring.
Tamron SP 70-200mm f/2.8 Di VC USD @ 180 mm
1/60sec, f/2.8, ISO 200
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Water is an amazing thing. It can move things farther than you can imagine 😉
Yes, that and ice is pretty amazing too.
We pick rocks out of the fields every spring (they keep cumming up) in Minnesota
Yup, the nature of rocks.