Mist Rises

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. 

I had just read about the Big Sagebrush of the Columbia Basin and the shrub-steppe where I live. Although they do sprout from seeds, here you see the sprouts from rhizomes, which help the growth because the parent plant provides sustenance as the plant begins its growth. So when I saw this new sprouting, I snapped a picture and only then realized the view of the mist rising behind Grand Coulee Dam, a dam that provides flow regulation for fish, and power, irrigation, flood control for the needs of man.

It doesn’t look that big, but the top of the dam is almost a mile in length! I’m always amazed that it was begun in 1933 before we had the huge machinery we do now. I’m amazed at its benefits and sad at the loss of the salmon. We can do good things, and this is mostly good, I think.

In fall, winter, and spring, the mist rises often, a slow rising off the river, perhaps to remind us that nature still is in control, though we seem to be able to sometimes manage it.

And so, a poem.

Poetry

Mist Rises

Mist rises slowly
over the river on hold
for man’s managing

Sheri Edwards
02.23.24 054.365.24
Poetry/Photography

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