the hint of dimensions beyond two

Yesterday I went on a climbing walk through a favorite known terrain a day after the storm. I was curious and I went with friends.

I had moments of almost falling in love with the whole situation and especially some of the visuals. I totally loved the way the creek meandered grayly, with hints of various overtones. The shape of the creek at different locations and from different vantage points, similarly with a small rivulet that had pushed itself through the grass in the meadow, made me full and with nostalgia. I think I was transported a bit to childhood memories of three dimensional rivulets in the backyard and in the streets after hurricanes on the east coast of the united states. A child's eyes. And the more open soul to feel more dimensionality to the whole circumstance. Yesterday, I loved the color and shape and presence of water in full creek. Reflection and refraction and the surrounding colors and darknesses and light.

I like the kinesthetically unavoidable jumble of rocks and their beauty.

The lush moss and fern covered vertical rock face - here, now, for the eyes, in southern california.

The dead log with so much strange life. The savanna at flood stage look-alike from 10,000 feet of moss up close.

This morning I don't really understand how life is in a different moment. Yesterday there was that, today it is different, here, now. Looking out the window, the sky is blue through the skeletal winter trees. The mild inner bubbling may find even more opportunities for expression as I move toward and through other scenes. Thank you.