precious water

People are fighting over it in California.

A half million people in Toledo, Ohio and surrounding areas are without it because their supply reportedly contains a toxin. bottled water, water jugs, and donated water…disappears quickly there…

A bright turquoise- now green- lake in Tunisia is the subject of a government warning while hundreds of sweltering citizens plunge in to cool off, ignoring the warnings.

And a mine basin, once filled with water, stands aloof from the thousands of would-be fishermen in the Outback of Ohio…just another sign that people often have little or no control over what happens to “our” water.

The latter is not the only basin, or pond, disappearing. Others have been drained over the past ten years because of algae, toxins, and more. Others have been drained with no explanation. For those fishermen who once fished in those ponds, it is a significant loss.

It is another sign that we need to encourage “authority” to manage water resources wisely. Too often in the past, in countries where water was more plentiful in the past, water has not been treated as seriously…not a very intelligent view of life on earth. 

Wet signatures in a world gone linguistically wild

while in the process of transacting business today, i came across an astonishing statement:

an electronic signature is the same as a wet signature

which is really rather confusing, since I usually sign documents while inside buildings- out of the rain, snow, and other liquid environments. i can imagine those guys that spear fish for a living deep underwater, signing documents on their fishing vessels with dripping wet hands, and therefore, producing “wet signatures.” if they dream of these signature ceremonies, i suppose they qualify for wet dreams…although a man or woman in a wetsuit often has wet dreams that come to life, often near a shark or other worthy stimuli. but, i am not a wetsuited writer, which does not qualify me to be an authority on wet signatures while sailing the rough blue-green sea…

so what is a wet signature?

is it a wet kiss on a piece of white paper? or, is it a pen busted open on a page?

and is there a place for a “wet signature” in an era of electronic signatures?

i do not know…but i will keep a glass of water near my office desk just in case i need to produce one. after all, one never knows what to expect in a world gone linguistically wild…

a tangled reach toward the sun

tangled reach toward the sun…limbs spreading toward day, while it still remains…and i walk along a narrowing path down to water’s edge…there is yet a beauty in the grey-white. something i cannot convince myself- when studying the weathered faces of those i knew years ago, now with white-thatching covering their aging crowns…

…that will not be me, i counsel within, knowing my thick wavy locks speak of years before my time so that i age like finer wine and those who ponder my wrinkles mistake them for the pain i have endured, rather than more years than they…

as do these white-grey figures with their thin bodies- dramatic movement in the sun-stage…they would dance if possible, these trees…dance to stretch further afield, farther from the lip-edge of the blue water bay. but it is only i, the one with baring back as i cut through the white-tufted grass stalks, forging further afield…

beyond that field, and back again, a testimony to endurance that produces youth…or the ruddy look of it.

A Splash of Summer Fun

The artistic beauty and raw power of a small waterfall. Near Glen Farris, West Virginia.