the creek, the guardrail, the cars, and the shadows of leaves

[asakiyume]

There is a tiny creek that I love to pass by; it's a little cleft in the land, and it's protected from automotive intrusion by a guardrail. This winter, the guardrail was not sufficiently strong to prevent a wayward car from forcing its attentions on the creek:



For several months thereafter, the guard rail lay like that, much more intimate with the creek than it had every been before. Finally, the highway department put in a shiny new guardrail.

. . . But the other day I went by and . . .



This time it almost looks deliberately rammed, as if its very shininess was provocation.

There's shivered safety glass in the crannies:



I like the green shadows of the leaves on the post:

Comments

[c-maxx.livejournal.com]

Hmm, I googles 'mokies' and did not get Red Eddy's meaning- semi-mythical creatures that burrow in the ground, and burrow out and attack us mortals.

He was a very tall faded red-headed driller (and company owner) I worked for in Western Colorado. A very gentle big guy, but probably not one you wanted to get riled when he was a young man.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I was wondering what mokies were, and hadn't yet gotten around to Googling them. Thanks for the explanation.

Red Eddy sounds like a character out of a tall tale, himself.