... where two moving bodies of water meet; the confluence. Probably the most notable confluence in this country is where the Little Colorado and the Colorado rivers meet and this is especially beautiful when the upstream flow in the Little Colorado is negligible as the approximately 220 cubic feet per second of mineral laden water that emanates from Blue Springs about ten miles upstream from the confluence produces an incredible turquoise colored water and it is beautiful as it blends in with the green waters of the Colorado. Of course there are the days when the Colorado is running muddy and so is the Little Colorado. Soon the good days will be coming and I can get more photos of that.
Other confluences seldom receive much attention as is the case with the confluence of Oak Creek and the Verde River which join east of Cottonwood, just north of SR260 which runs between Cottonwood and Camp Verde and beyond. I took this shot yesterday afternoon when once again I escaped my land based life and returned home to the sky. In the lower right portion of the photo the Verde River is making a north bound detour and wending its way from the left and heading southward Oak Creek joins the Verde in the lower right quadrant. The trailer park on the south side of the joined rivers (okay, creek and river) is Thousand Trails campsite; never been there, but it looks nice and what a great location. All along both the creek and the river there are beautiful areas of farmland. One time when Corky and I set out to find the source of the Verde River (in the Bradshaw Mountains about 70 to 80 miles SW from here) we saw some beautiful large farms/ranches; someday I'll have to visit that area on the ground ... but from this vantage they are pristine, so perhaps not. In the upper left of the photo is Red Rock country where we live and the highest peak is Lee Mountain just a few miles from our home. Bubbling Ponds are upstream on Oak Creek at Page Springs and given the circuitous path that Oak Creek takes can't hazard a guess as to miles on water, but probably around fifteen straight line.
Another early morning nap turned into five hours of sleep. Tonight the theme of flowers continues as we do senior citizen flowers gifted to us by a senior citizen cousin who coincidently makes his living as a senior citizen Santa Claus. Could that be you Arlyn? Anyhow, most of us enjoy the beauty of flowers that are in their prime and once past that moment we discard them; not entirely unlike the manner in which senior citizens are regarded by those who are in their prime or hope to be. All of life is beautiful though and the inherent beauty of anyone or anything is enduring and more within than without. For purposes of continuation of the species of whatever kind the flashiness and glamour of prime is used to attract mates, but after that? There is still beauty and always will be; only the shallow and vain seek to retain that which is past...unimaginable beauty is always before us.
Cheers life is good
Thou. Great God, uphold me also in the lonely hour; and though I fall in the din and the dust of the world, resurrect Thou me.
Even to the last, turn my hands to kindly service, and part my lips in gleeful songs of love.
And in the softly falling dark, when all grows strangely still,
May I be glad to have trod the sweet green earth, and know the tender touch of love.
Yet may I depart with joy, as one who journeys home at evening.