Forgotten Lakes ~ The Mystery of Water
Seemingly lost, obscure or just remote lakes, ponds and waters seem to have some kind of hold over me - I find them irresistibly captivating.
I’m not sure whether it is the erstwhile angler in me that wonders what may lie in those murky lily and reed choked depths or whether it is that water in a natural setting is . . . just simply . . . mysterious
Out walking this morning saw me off my usual well-beaten track and after about half-an-hour, of brisk walking, away from the Goldeneye HQ I came across this.
sadly I didn’t have my camera so I had to return in the afternoon for yet another truly civilized couple of hours.
Secret Lincolnshire Lake
This principal, or idea if you will, resonates with my Secret Roman Wall I suppose, it’s not that nobody knows about it just that I and quite a few others did not which, when given a pinch of poetic license and a dash of hyperbole, just about qualifies it, in my tiny mind at least, as secret and a discovery. (I hope you enjoyed that sentence was was almost Waughesque in length and composition though sadly not in prose and beauty)
 Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. . .
I am haunted by waters |
The river that feeds this meanders on through field and woodland oblivious to time or mankind.
It has seen us come and will see us go - continuing just as it’s always done and despite man’s best efforts to influence the environment in which it so perfectly sits.
When I immerse myself in such places I am amazed at our arrogance as human beings in that we presume ourselves to be of more import or greater value than places such as this. We may have evolved further than the ant on the ground or the bird flying overhead but we share borrow the same space and only for a limited time - this river and pond was here before me and will be here long after I’ve gone.
It’s presence gave me pleasure and purpose today, my presence did nothing for it - so who is the more important ?
We must protect and cherish these tiny capsules of nature as they are constants in the world whereas we are merely passing visitors.
Conservationally Yours
Rod
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Annie Flinn said,
July 13, 2009 @ 5:34 pm
I have come to realize that the further we get away from nature and its balancing rhythms, the more ill we become–ill-tempered, illogical, ill mannered, even illiterate. Had we only listened to the wisdom of the Native Americans, we might still have a healthy planet to pass onto our children.
Rod said,
July 13, 2009 @ 7:50 pm
Annie,
absolutely !
I’m not talking as some soap-dodging-hippy you can care not a jot for the planet or future generations but it’s insane to ignore how perfectly balanced and logical all natural things are.
It’s no accident things worked for millions of years with ‘our improvements’ if we haven’t the brains to protect what we have at least let us have the wit to learn from it
Best
Rod
Little Brother said,
July 13, 2009 @ 8:49 pm
Rod,
I love finding hidden waters, there is something quite magical about it. I always wonder about the people who have trodden that path before me, we surely must do all that we can to preserve these features in our landscape.
Great photo.
LB