Here’s the release from American River (Chris Williams): The Trump Administration [on January 23, 2020] announced the release of its Revised Definition of the Waters of the United States, a sweeping federal rule that drastically weakens the reach and authority of the Clean Water Act to protect the Nation’s rivers, small streams and wetlands. In […]
From Audubon (Matt Smelser): “The Trump Administration’s new water rule makes it a lot easier to pave America’s critical wetlands and put up parking lots,” said David Yarnold, president and CEO, National Audubon Society (@david_yarnold) after the Administration announced the finalization of its rollbacks to the Clean Water Act. “Wetlands are not only important places […]
via New #Water Rule Endangers Millions of Birds and America’s Water Supply — @Audubon — Coyote Gulch
Looking rather ominous
I’ve often wondered if water has memory. Does water flowing downstream via waterfalls, rapids and streams remember from where it came? When freshwater meets saltwater, do both waterbodies acknowledge the other as foreign? There’s something mesmerizing and awe inspiring about water that goes far beyond its life-giving properties. Water calms, beckons, intimidates, thrills and overwhelms.
I’ve lived on the water’s edge in Central Ontario for more than 45 years and to this day I am filled with wonderment and joy each morning as I look out upon the lake. The lake is always beautiful, always calling me to come sit on the dock, walk on the shore and look at the waves or the mirrored images shining brightly on a still morning.
I feel equally small standing at the ocean’s edge as at the lake’s shore. There’s no doubt that home is where the heart is and for me, home and water take up equal space in my heart. The lake will be here long after I’m gone from its shore, I can only hope that it will remember me.
A lone seagull tried in vain to get in on the action with the harbour’s resident geese and ducks, but the poor fellow was left behind to wonder where all the fun went.
Parry Sound harbour views.
I am blessed and thankful to be surrounded by nature every day. My drive to and from town includes a long stretch along one country road. The turtle pond – long called this because of the abundance of turtles one can see sunning themselves on warm spring, summer and early Fall days, is also home to a myriad of other wildlife including beaver, frogs, otters, mink, ducks, the occasional goose and great blue heron, insects, and on rare occasions, deer.
To some it’s just a pond, but to me, it’s an amazing oasis to be admired and appreciated every day.
Our visiting friends arrived on Tuesday’s ferry. It is hard to think that it is Saturday already! This week the days have just flown by. And today we said our goodbyes. Tuesday’s ferry is a later crossing arriving at Tiree at 18:50. By the time we ate and conversed the evening had gone. There was […]
Everything today looks, feels and sounds like summer.
