Archive for the ‘Swamp’ Tag

Walking In A World Of Green And Gray   1 comment

We moved to Tucson, Arizona seven years ago after living many years in the Houston area. When we return to visit family and friends, we stay with daughter Jill in Kingwood. During most visits, I go for walks in East End Park. The park takes in an area on the shore of Lake Houston. A lot of the recent flooding in Kingwood from Hurricane Harvey resulted from the lake overflowing.

Walking the trails in the park yesterday I dealt with some trails impassable, mud, debris, humid heat and many mosquitos. The gray line marking the trees and bushes in many cases was 15 feet above the ground. Now a week after cresting, most of the water is back to a normal level. Since the park has many path bridges, I was surprised to see they were still intact after all the high-water flooding.

— kenne

Eastside Park (1 of 1)-5 blog II

Walking In A World Of Green And Gray — Images by kenne
(Click on any of the images to view in a slideshow format.)

 

Blackberry Season In East Texas — Photo Essay   Leave a comment

Blackberry Season In East Texas — Photo Essay by kenne

A walk in East Park

Thick woods where the swamp drains

Into the river.

— kenne

A Christmas Eve Walk In The Woods   Leave a comment

This Christmas Eve was sunny and warm in Kingwood, Texas and as I have done in past visits, I went for a photographic walk in nearby East End Park. It’s just what I do.

“I wish to know an entire heaven and an entire earth.”

— Henry David Thoreau

Images by kenne (Click On Any Titled Image To View In Slideshow Format)

“There is no point in hurrying because you are not actually going anywhere. However far or long you plod, you are always in the same place: in the woods. It’s where you were yesterday, where you will be tomorrow. The woods is one boundless singularity. Every bend in the path presents a prospect indistinguishable from every other, every glimpse into the trees the same tangled mass. For all you know, your route could describe a very large, pointless circle. In a way, it would hardly matter.”

― Bill Bryson, A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail

 

Swamp — A Thief In The Gloaming   1 comment

Swamp (1 of 1) blogSwamp — Image by kenne

It comes like the thief in the gloaming;

      It comes, and none may foretell

The place of the coming—the glaring;

      They live in a sleepless spell

That wizens, and withers, and whitens;

      It ages the young, and the bloom

Of the maiden is ashes of roses—

      The Swamp Angel broods in his gloom.

— from The Swamp Angel by Herman Melville 

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