an observant eye
...Thoreau's Journal: 03-Nov-1861

After a violent easterly storm in the night, which clears up at noon, I notice that the surface of the railroad causeway, composed of gravel, is singularly marked, as if stratified like some slate rocks, on their edges, so that I can tell within a small fraction of a degree from what quarter the rain came. These lines, as it were of stratification, are perfectly parallel, and straight as a ruler, diagonally across the flat surface of the causeway for its whole length. Behind each little pebble, as a protecting boulder, an eight or a tenth of an inch in diameter, extends northwest a ridge of sand an inch or more, which it has protected from being washed away, while the heavy drops driven almost horizontally have washed out a furrow on each side, and on all sides are these ridges, half an inch apart and perfectly parallel.

All this is perfectly distinct to an observant eye, and yet could easily pass unnoticed by most. Thus each wind is self-registering.


michael jameson said...

what the brain see's is written down, as if what we take out of something we see is written for us to read, however for most things we make a quick observation, rarely do we study it!.

vanjulio said...

this morning I was reminded by a dream based on a trivial incident of the prior day. it then became the subject of an intensive storyline that sprouted into a maze of consequences for my dream life.

how can we be sure what is valuable in life and what is trivial? we must never overlook the observations given to us, in spite of those observations we willing take consciously