
Yesterday my backyard neighbor, the Hockanum River, hosted its annual thirteen-mile river race. For twenty years, I 've watched kayakers, canoeists and rafters glide past me as they maneuver their way towards the Connecticut River. This year with camera ready, I wanted to document the racers as they paddled their way past the stretch of river that has captured my heart — rekindled my soul.








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I know you were formerly `Mean Mr. Mustards.
You'd Love Sarah's Homemade Ketchup - I bets.
There is also a homemade CHOW CHOW Dish.
It's celery, onions, scallions. beans, and vinegar.
Buy at a Amish Store in Newburg, PA. Bewares.
Lawyers and Banker CEO's arrest hillbillies tho.
Here?
There are creeks and a 68- Acre Lake. Daydream.
Eat CHOW!
Walk the River. Yes! Better yet, go drift in canoe.
A towpath trail slithers along the Potomac River.
I love ripples and shiny water sparkling bubbles.
Water sounds cleanse the Soul. Nature soothes.
Water sounds clear beeswax from the eardrums.
Fun...
so elegantly over the water,
not embarrassed by their
comical deformity...
Who won the damn race?
A fellow silk-towner, i sure hope!
I know what you mean about rivers...there is something so powerful about them...moving changing, winding, bending...has a long history before it....goes onto a grand place somewhere down the line...but what is right in front of you is the place to be...rivers teach me a lot