Wednesday, July 09, 2008
The path from Risley Hall down into the Fall Creek gorge (see Autumn Gorge, on the Risley website) is steep, stony, needs work. Where the path crosses the first runoff, a stone slab that formed a tiny footbridge has fallen into a narrow channel lined with crumbling stonework, choked with rubble. The bridge seems a lost cause, but if I’d brought tools, I could happily spend the afternoon down here, grading the path, clearing brush and fallen trees.
Today though, we’ve brought only Parni’s camera, my tripod, a notebook, a pen. Half an hour, several photos, and my reservations about carrying a tripod are forgotten; already it seems indispensable again.
Making my way along the water’s edge, stopping now and then to look up at the underside of the
Across a wide sunny expanse of ledge, a mosaic whose meaning eludes me for a moment: Then the many small bits of shale coalesce, become big letters spelling out a greeting to be read from above: HEY ANDREW.
A last turning of the gorge, and our walk upstream ends at
M. John Harrison is blogging again, this time at the Ambient Hotel.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
A gray afternoon and a colorless sky, one I'm tempted to try sweetening some with Photoshop. But I like too the way the misty light complements the architecture, softens rooflines and chimneys. North Baker Hall, Boldt Hall, West Campus, Cornell.