One of my Facebook Friends, who has been living near the Ottawa River for a long time, has recently been taking photos along its bank and uploading them onto his Facebook wall; he calls them his River Walk pictures.
He describes or comments on them. "Every time I stroll the shore, I pick up some glass or plastic bag," he says, but he leaves most of his finds untouched. He points his cellphone camera at driftwood, at falling water in a small tributary (he likes the way it sounds), at a stone in the grass, at the cracks in a "bedrock formation" on the shore. There are close-ups of the bark of a white oak and of long "water grass," pictures of geese and ducks, a pink beach ball, a metal hoop on a ring attached to a rock and rusted long ago (presumably meant for the painter of a boat) and more conventional ones of a typical sunset. Like me, he appreciates the stone sculptures created by John Félice Ceprano at the Remic Rapids.
The other day, exploring the shore, Martin found something really interesting: an old pipe bowl "Manufactured about 1700-1850 with a long stem. Marked T D or Thomas Dormer from Dorset, England. Broken off ... and tossed overboard ... Lying half above the sand in shallow water, this artifact has rested on my river walk stage and has beautifully illustrated an earlier time of canoe trappers and traders, log booms and chanty men."
The photo he posted this morning was of the corpse of a small cat in the shallows, beside a pile of litter. "Sad resting place for a black cat!" he added.
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