Now I am back
inside, after changing out of the wet garments from the walk in the
rain to observe and contemplate how it would be best to communicate
what it is like observing out in the natural world. It is amazing
what can be noticed, noting what then must be left unobserved,
obscured by holding focus on the chosen subjects that pass by the
minds eye while deliberately walking down a trail. Walking along I
considered just how little I would be willing to describe, when
considering the total that was before my eye out there. With so many
subjects available, what is interesting, and what can be concisely
worded to hold the attention of both myself and any potential
audience. Here goes.
I prepared for
stepping out the door into the steady almost heavily falling rain, by
first retrieving a fresh change of clothing to await my return. I
grabbed that old Gore-Tex coat that I now call soak-tex, it is old,
put on a rim hat and out the door. First off I noticed just how
heavy the rain was falling. Within moments I felt the chill of water
on my skin, yet I knew it would be so. I went down the porch steps,
crossed the lawn, turned right and stepped onto the muddy trail. I
noted, vocalizing the words be careful, it might be slick.
Immediately my pants contacted the sagging foliage heavy with water
clinging to apparently every available space that could support
droplets, absorbing every drop that contacted them. Again I noted
the cool temperature, shockingly for a grief second. Soon the pant
legs were saturated, I almost felt like a kid again out walking in
the rain, just because I can.
As I walked along
the narrow trail, with its water laden plants now leaning in toward
the trail’s center, I noticed the droplets of water. They were
both in motion and rock still. I saw little bitty ones that broke
apart flying from the brim on my hat more than once, with a whack,
they burst off, arching downward, passing out of sight. The drops
clung to the plants keeping an equilibrium between its hydrogen
bonding and gravity. The droplets suspended in what ever form shine
like diamonds almost. Unlike diamonds though, their edges dome up,
forming beads that can hang or stand alone. As I walked past the low
branch of a pine, its needles hung down with differing sized drops at
each needles tip. They hung there near motionless gleaming out with
refracted backward images, reflections in a miniaturized scale,
having bright crescent margins, sagging to gravity. A leaf blade of
grass bent fully over with its upper surface segmented into a vee,
had a solitary droplet standing on the uppermost apex of its arch. I
thought it astounding, just how a drop of water perched itself
forming a squat rounded dome like shape having a slightly flattened
upper surface, with those crescent shaped reflections, dazzling at
its edges. I also noted that some leaves seem to be hydrophobic,
repelling the rain, causing the water to bead up, which is likely the
same cause that formed the droplet on the blade of grass. Yet on the
leaves of the snowberry bushes, this repulsion of water was more
pronounced than the way water clung to the leaves of other plant
species. I intuit that as the raindrops strike the leaves, the
impact can disrupt its form, the collision busting the falling
droplet into very small droplets. With all possible conditions
available, some of these smaller fragments can again light upon the
leaf and come to rest, apparently suspended on the leafs surface, in
locations where the slope of the leaf was small enough to allow its
rest. Water out in the natural world interacts in unique ways. It
causes many of the shapes we as humans adore. All one must do is
recollect the sight of a waterfall or a solitary droplet standing on
the surface of a leaf while walking in the rain. Water is that
precious resource seemingly here in great abundance, following
gravities pull ever down via that path of least resistance.