The Engine Turning
Morton Brook takes the long way down through Spa Springs, gathering trickles from the surrounding forest, looking for a river to join. The highest headwater is Phinney's Pond, that old swimming hole in Victoria Vale. The water shows itself, one trickle at a time, pulling together. If I lived nearby, I'd surely cut a trail just to stand by her banks. I did the same in my home forest, months of effort for a much more humble stream. Now I admit I'm not much of a brook-follower – I mostly hop rocks to cross on my way elsewhere. But it feels just right to see the engine turning, the slow descending journey before evaporation and precipitation starts it all over again. I stand somewhere in the middle.

February 22. 2018
Spa Springs, Nova Scotia