Give Me the Barrel

Give Me the Barrel

The year was 1998.

The place was a bend in the Yellow River, just south of Porterdale, about 40 miles east of Atlanta.

The movie was False River, a film best viewed while intoxicated, being savaged by weasels or in the throes of a malarial fever dream.

We had just returned to work after a weekend of torrential rain and the river was high. Really, really high.

Remarkably high.

Dark shapes keep appearing along the top of the churning, rock-strewn rapids then slipping below again.

Those were turtle heads.

Snapping Turtle heads to be precise…. and they were everywhere.

Dozens of them covered the width of the Continue reading Give Me the Barrel

Tiny Bubbles (In the Sink)


Today my Dad called me over to the kitchen sink to see a natural phenomenon that he just happened to spot out of the corner of his eye. A wet dish towel was draped over a coffee mug sitting in a shallow layer of water inside the sink and water was slowly (and steadily) dripping into the water. However, as the drops fell, they passed through a layer of soapy detergent bubbles. Immediately, seemingly simultaneously, a little bubble would rocket out and away from the drip area, propelled quickly over to a blue tupperware lid, which they would bounce off of, changing their vector and sending them gliding out into a “bay” where they would finally burst. It’s the little things that keep me happy.