headed off on a family fun river raft float trip
not real relaxing as expected
but lots of adventures/misadventures instead
so many laughs and we all survived
who could ask for anything more?
“rejoice as summer should…chase away sorrows by living.”
-melissa marr, darkest mercy
argo park, huron river, Ann Arbor, michigan, u.s.a. – summer 2019
word has it the littles are headed to england.
hopefully they’re back in the states
in time for the first day of school today.
“you can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.”
glen lake, empire, michigan – summer 2018
the process of an electron releasing a photon of light (energy)
and falling back down to a lower energy level.
on traverse bay, michigan, usa – summer 2018
kinders dig to the other side of the world and find water.
“if there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.”
you’re probably familiar with the postal credo of not letting rain or snow or sleet interfere with duties. in the south pacific ocean nation of vanuatu, that guarantee extends to being totally submerged underwater. welcome to the world’s only underwater post office.
island postal officials debuted a deep-sea post office adjunct in 2003. tourists to the collection of more than 80 islands can dive roughly 10 feet (about 3 meters) down near hideaway island to discover a staffed aquatic postal station.
waterproof postcards and stamps purchased on dry land can be mailed via the sea, with visitors alerted to the window being occupied by a flagged bob in the water. (if not, they can drop mail off in a separate slot.)
vanuatu clerks can even postmark the correspondence, substituting ink for an embossing device that proves it’s in transit. the cards can then be sent internationally.
if the idea of conducting mail transactions while snorkeling isn’t extreme enough for you, vanuatu also offers a drop-off box situated on an active volcano on mt. yasur.
“i get mail; therefore I am.”
– scott adams
credits: mental floss, lonely planet, j. rossen
“eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.”
Everything on the earth bristled,
the bramble pricked
and the green thread nibbled away,
the petal fell,
falling until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.