Friday, January 2, 2015

Going to the River


A mountain stream on its way to the river. . .


This one, from Rabbit Rock Holler next to us, will trickle through the culvert under the hard road to join with our own Wool Branch and flow into Anderson Branch. 


A few miles to go and Anderson Branch will  tumble into the French Broad River for the journey to Knoxville, Tennessee where it joins the Holston River and the two form the Tennessee River . . .which flows into the Ohio River . . . which flows into the Mississippi and thence to the Gulf of Mexico . . .and all the oceans of the world.

Quite a journey for such a modest little trickle. If one were an English major, one would be tempted to draw some Greater Truth from this observation . . .

7 comments:

Ms. A said...

Look at the power and potential in that modest trickle, to journey on to greater things!

Barbara Rogers said...

Oh my, you and Garrison Keilor, English Majors! I'm sure glad you both were, too. Then my syntax doesn't have to be half good!

Frances said...

Vicki, all this is yet another reason to admire the mountains.

Of course, I also greatly admire your photographs.

xo

Anonymous said...

Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty rivers
And the beauteous land.

I've always loved these lines from long ago....

Deana the Queena

jennyfreckles said...

Those kinds of thoughts are very good to stop and have occasionally.

Jim Egerton said...

If you are a fisherman then "A River Runs Though It". Most of the worlds population depends on the protein that comes from our waters of river and ocean.

Christie Campbell said...

Once, a modest trickle started the Grand Canyon and Niagara Falls. Just saying.