Here's what the Wissahickon Creek looked like yesterday, in late afternoon. The sun was about to sink behind the trees. It shimmered silver in the sky, infusing the woods with a strange but beautiful white light.
Hardly anyone was afoot beyond a few runners (one in shorts!) and a couple of crazy x-country skiers on the muddy path. Did they notice the creek? Clear, clean, cold ... snowy branches hanging over. Brought to mind Thomas Fuller, the 17th century intellectual and collector of clever adages like "fine cloth is never out of fashion" and "hatred is blind as well as love."
He said something I've always liked: "He that plants trees loves others beside himself."
