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To: Gauguin who wrote (43985)	12/26/1999 2:44:00 PM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

<There's no "real cost" to the environment of the disruption, like when a chain saw cuts, a dozer dozes, a fire immolates ~ but there is a cost in terms of change in order. And it's almost impossible to put back. Even tho nature's deposition was effortless and haphazard, to restore it's pristeen sheet of perfect white is impossible after it's been snow-angel-ed. Whenever I see those first human "imprints", disruptions, this feeling-problem-contrast appears to me. The sharp joint between undisturbed and disturbed. And how "destructive" the disturbance, even minor, is to the whole order. The first color to paper. The first extreme skier.> Yes, I've felt it... "the sharp joint between undisturbed and disturbed". Sometimes it hurts to see... You're right...icicles are a good example.... you can't reattach them, but some people like to knock them all down off of a roof with a stick, even when they aren't going to bother anyone... Why? Because they're "there". Hmmmmm...click..click..click..(just the sound of spinning thoughts)... The wanton destruction of icicles makes me wonder a little about those humungous icicles...the ones that build up in the gutter or two adjoining roof sections... you know what I mean... those 10-foot-long needle-sharp stalactites that gradually build up over a few weeks... insidiously growing until they weigh a few hundred pounds... hanging there...suspended in space... awaiting just the right moment to fall earthward... What's their motive? What are they thinking while they're hanging above unsuspecting passersby? "Well, you see it's like this... there were so damned many of them walking by on the sidewalk that I thought I might drop down and knock a few of them over just to see what it looks like..." :-} Nope... sometimes it's hard to decide whether to walk across a field of snow in your snowshoes. Sometimes you just walk along the fencerow instead. On the times when you walk on an open field, it can feel strange... like you're being watched. Sometimes I can't help but look up to see if there's something "there". Maybe it's just an instinctive thing... like the hare that knows that the Rough-legged hawk will see him within seconds when he hops across the fresh snow of an open field... Perhaps that act of dis-turb-ing is nothing more than an act of defiance... the desire to feel like a hare thumbing his nose at a hawk... A peace-sign stomping kid defying the principal looking out onto the snow-covered football field from his office... Smooth water is better. A canoe skims through the glass-like water, barely making a ripple.. like a hot knife through butter...Sounds violent, but somehow the molecules melt back into each other...reattach as though it never happened. That's what I like so much about canoes... low impact. Not like that with power boats at all. I have a favourite little river for paddling... the Tay River near Perth. Quiet old canal that was built during the 1800s. Now it's mainly used by recreational boats. I marvel at the diversity of trees, vines and plants on its banks. Many different birds and insects inhabit the foliage. Weekdays are good for paddling... no boats... just the soft slapping of little waves against the hull as I slip forward... paddle silently dipping in the water as I marvel at the rich biodiversity Weekend trips just make me angry and hostile. The water is muddied by the wake of motor boats ripping along... each reckless wave eating away at the riverbank. A blue flag iris floats by... slowly spinning on the surface of the muddied water...uprooted and disoriented... as it flows out into the Rideau Lakes... ... better not to break what you can't fix...