Some cool Hard Water Damage images:
Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center: main hall panorama
Image by Chris Devers
reflecting on childhood memories
Image by Debbi Long
Bangalow, North Coast NSW. Perfect reflections in the river – it’s hard to tell where the trees slide into their reflections in the wonderfully still creek.
My teenage years were full of rope swings on rivers. The most memorable swing for me was in Tumut, in the Snowy Mountains, when I was about 14, and had gone up for a tennis tournament. A group of us (kids) were all in our tennis whites, waiting to drive (ie: be driven) to the courts. We were staying at at camping ground with huts that was on a river, and had a rope swing. It was spring thaw, and the river was icey – much colder than kids from the coast usually experienced. We were playing around on the swing – putting our feet on the knot in the rope and swinging out over the river and back to the bank again. I had my turn, forgetting I’d put vaseline on my hands earlier to cover a graze that I’d got on the clay courts a week before. My hands had absolutely no grip on the rope, and I slowly slid into the icey water, with that sense of dreadful inevitability, not being able to do a thing about it. Tennis whites ended up wet and muddy, I ended up freezing cold, with a fair bit of damage to the ego. The laughter from my friends on the river bank echoed and echoed across the valley, and I got the giggles so badly I kept slipping on the muddy bank as I clambered out.
Tournament went well …. and the memory’s never faded.