"I swirled on my heel. Nothing but boulders around me. But the air was damp, somewhere - I said - and darted around the rocks, peering and looking and sniffing and going down into pockets and dales. No water. I was coming back, circling wide, when I almost fell in it. Two sentinel boulders, dripping wet, decorated with flowers, ferns, moss, weeds - everything that loved water - guarded a bathtub-sized spring.
"You pretty thing," I said, flopped on my stomach, and pushed my face into it to drink. I opened my eyes. The water was like glass, and in it were little insects with oars. They rowed away from me. Beetles skittered like bullets on the surface, or carried a silver bubble of air with them to the bottom. Ha, then I saw a crayfish." - My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George
I'm scanning my shelves looking for books I've loved that have luscious passages about water. What stories come to mind for you?
I took photos all through 2007-09 for Project 365 to post at least one photo a day. Now that my oldest son is in the Air Force we are using this photo blog to share our adventures with him across the miles.