I was going through some old pictures of my travels on the C&O Canal and found this sequence from 2013.Some of you have probably already figured out the reason for this delightful display of artistry. Yes, it was wintertime when these pictures were taken, and the heron was moving around on a thin sheet of ice.
A friend of mine from high school days passed away very recently. I had visited with him in 2014, the last time I met him. He had been ill even at that time. I wrote this to our classmates then.
I jumped at the opportunity when Srini suggested the trip to the grounds of the Theosophical Society this morning even though I would have to leave home at the unearthly time of 5:15 am to get there early enough.
It is amazing that in spite of having lived in Chennai for so many years I have not been to this wonderful place. The peace and quiet in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the city is truly calming. The greenery is wonderful. And there are also enough interesting trails to give you a good workout. There is amazing flora and fauna, and the birds are constantly chirping. Can any of the intrepid botanists in this group identify this flower?
Certain portions of the grounds look as if they are straight out of the set of an Indiana Jones movie. (The picture below reminds me of a Star Wars movie!)We went to the beach and also walked along the beach to the Adyar river estuary. It was a beautiful morning, and people were paying their respects to the rising sun with exercise and meditation routines. We dipped our feet into the waters of the Bay of Bengal.I enjoyed the walk and the exercise, and I recommended to Srini that he try to visit these paths at least once a week so that he could stay in good shape. Maybe other folks in the area would like to give it a try (and perhaps give Srini company in this regard if he would like it).
Out of the comfort zone
With plans in disarray
Focus must one keep
Lest one is led astray.
Work to be done
Confronting you at many a turn
Focus must one keep
Lest it become a slow burn.
Decision time has passed
There is no questioning right or wrong
Focus must one keep
One has to stay strong.
The section of the Mount Vernon Trail between Gravelly Point Park and Roosevelt Island runs in-between the Potomac river and the George Washington Parkway, and provides open and changing views of Washington, DC, on the other side of the river. There are many weeping willow trees to be seen in the meadows beside the trail in this section. Even though they look very nice and distinctive, I have not stopped recently to take pictures of these trees. This is probably because I am usually focused on the final destination by the time I get to the section, which may also be because I tend to take long breaks at Gravelly Point park to watch the aircraft taking off and landing at National Airport just before getting to this section.
But this ride was a little different since I was consciously making an effort to take it easy. The wind was also blowing stiffly from across the river and slowing down my progress.
And then I had this photo opportunity at the bridge where the George Washington Parkway and the Mount Vernon trail cross the Boundary Channel. I was compelled to get off the bike to get a picture of the weeping willows as they faced off against the fierce wind coming off the Potomac river.
Some day, I will be in an even more relaxed mood as I ride by this section of the trail, and I will ride down to the bench seen in the picture. I will sit at the bench for a while, have a refreshment or two, and soak in the view of the Potomac river and Washington, DC. And it will be a good day for the soul.
It happened last week as I was biking back from Bethesda on the Capital Crescent Trail. I had just crossed the trestle bridge over the C&O canal as I descended towards the level of the towpath.
I passed something colorful on the trail. It was long and had some patterns on it. I was pretty sure it was a snake. I got off the bike and pulled out my camera, making sure I had the zoom lens on it. I confirmed that it was indeed a snake, and it was one that I was seeing for the first time. That was exciting! The snake was a few feet long, and somewhat “fat” in the middle. It had colorful patterns across its back. It looked like it had started crossing the trail, but now it lay still as I got closer, clicking away on the camera. There was nobody else around as I took my pictures. The reptile did not move.
I managed to get all the pictures I wanted. As I was getting ready to leave, a bicyclist approached, charging down the path towards the location of the snake. I called out that there was a snake in front of him. He ignored me completely. He barely acknowledged me the second time I called out – as he sped past, not even bothering to look at what I was pointing to. He was focused on a rider who was biking in the opposite direction since my bike was partially blocking the trail further downhill. He did not really care about the snake. I think he avoided it just because he was trying to avoid me. The biker going the other way also went by without spotting the snake. Something that had grabbed my interest was of no significance to them. We were traveling along the trail with completely different mindsets!
Soon after all this activity, and perhaps because of it, the snake turned around retreated back to where it had come from.Since this was a snake I was unfamiliar with, I was eager to upload the pictures to my computer when I got home to take a look at them on a bigger screen. Some research followed on the Internet. It was leading me to a conclusion (somewhat exciting to me!) that I had seen a somewhat unique reptile. But I needed confirmation for my finding. That confirmation came in the form of an e-mail a few days later, including the following information.(The links in the image above are this and this.)
I had indeed had a close encounter with a Northern Copperhead snake, one of only two venomous snakes present in Maryland. (The other one is called a Timber Rattlesnake.)
As with a lot of people, for some reason or another, I do have an inbuilt fear of snakes. I would like to believe that over the years this fear has become somewhat more rational. The fear still does exist, but my reaction is not of instant panic. I try to keep a healthy distance from a snake. In this case, my caution was justified!
In any case, after events like the one above, one becomes more alert in the woods than usual. It does not help when there are signs that say that venomous snakes have been seen recently, which was the case when we hiked Sugarloaf Mountain last weekend. We did not see any snakes during that hike.
I found this framed picture one day beside the trail. How I happened to come upon the picture that was somewhat hidden in the bushes beside the trail while I was riding a bicycle I do not remember anymore. In spite of the fact that I tend to ride long distances without stopping, I was drawn to this precise spot for some reason or the other. What are the chances?
How the picture got there, I do not know. It did appear to have been positioned carefully, not simply thrown into the bushes. Could it have been placed there in memory of somebody who had just died, somebody who had liked to spend time on the trail? Was this a picture taken in the person’s younger days, or was this the way he looked before he died? Was the person even dead? Was he a kind man? Was this person originally from India? What were the circumstances that brought him here? Where did he call home?
I will probably never learn the story behind this picture I found beside the trail.
Ultimately, everybody has their own story to tell, good and bad, happy and sad. I am sure each story is worth the knowing, whether it is positive or negative. This is perhaps one of the characteristics of being human, the ability to have, to remember, and to tell, a life story. And we also have an capability to try to learn from each other’s stories – if we choose to do so.
Whenever people meet for the first time, whether it is in social or purely transactional circumstances, it is always an intersection of all of the life experiences of the individuals involved at a single point in time and, in many cases, space. Does an opportunity await to learn something, or do we simply make assumptions and judgements about all it is that brings the other person to this same time and space as you? In some situations we may have no choice but to make assumptions and be judgemental, but could we also end up being wrong if we did so? Do we have the confidence to be more open and vulnerable in order to learn the real reality?