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

[core-opsis.livejournal.com]

Most excellent green shadows. That's something a painter would notice. And bummer about the repeated guardrail disaster, though I love the notion of it being intimate with the creek. That makes it seem like there's hope for happiness, even in things mangled....

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

That makes it seem like there's hope for happiness, even in things mangled….

That's a beautiful way of putting it, and something I want to believe.