Coarse Woody Debris

We classify waterways by obstruction.

I am not speaking of size or speed or beginnings or ends.

I am thinking of the calculation of the value of water.

Where is this stream?

Who does it matter to?

What lives within it?

When I see clear water, not a branch in sight I think-


Ponds where salt or chemicals or temperature have stripped life.

Or streams whose speed is so swift and cold that all that would live within it are carried away, helpless.

It is the water with coated rocks, branches haphazardly fixed in murky pools that support the fragile chain of existence.

Life is not pretty.

It is a muddy burst of escaping minnows.

It is a rotting branch releasing itself back to the shoots below.

IMG_8574Death is always the base support of life

If you would like to follow more winding streams, I have also written a fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor. It is available here.