We’re almost into April,
but before we leave this month behind I want to mention
the waters of March –
They have been plentiful
here in the Pacific Northwest – in fact,
Many of you have heard about the mudslide in Oso, Washington
which has claimed
24 lives, and counting.
Some people will probably never be recovered –
the waters of March
having swept them away.
Images from past years,
I heard one of my favorite songs on the local jazz station today –
Susannah McCorkle’s rendition of Jobim’s “The Waters of March.”
Susannah was a musician’s musician, known for her sensitivity and her exacting work ethic.
For many years she sang in Manhattan,
and one spring day
she jumped out of her window there
and killed herself.
We can talk about despair, suicide,
But maybe it’s best to
do the talking:
Susannah McCorkle’s The Waters of March
A good article about her was published in New York Magazine, if you are curious about her life.
Stream – Washington Arboretum, Seattle, March, 2013
Icy Branch – Long Island, NY, March, 2010
Sandy Beach – Topsail Island, NC, March, 2009
Rocky Beach – Camano Island, WA, March, 2013
City Street – Manhattan, NY, February, 2011
Desert Reflection – Joshua Tree National Park, CA, March 2014
Beautiful images. Sad story. Have a lovely weekend! : )))
Thank you – Spring is full of promise, but there is also that edge…where life and death intersect – water seems to symbolize it well.
oh my’ – one never knows the quiet desperation in others. what a sad story. i hoped that the internet would be fast enough to open the links, but no. it’s stubborn tonight.
tomorrow i will be going out of town and will have faster internet in the evening…
header image is my favorite!
It’s true, many people hide a lot of sadness – her closest family and friends said even they only saw her real feelings when she sang. It’s great to hear from you, Lisa, and I know the connection is often frustrating so I appreciate your taking the time to comment. Hope you found a faster one on Friday. Have a good weekend!
beautiful post, love your idea of the Waters of March … honouring a brave and talented woman how had run out of resilience … so sad …
The Water of March was unexpectedly bringing sad stories behind it. Great photos I have never seen before.
Oh, the photos are plentiful for sure – on the computer, on the hard drive, and hopefully in my future too! Thanks for your thoughts!
So sad. So beautiful..
She was such a sensitive singer – she leaves us that.
Nice tribute to the ending of the month and of lives. Great images.
It happens. Months end, lives end. I know you know that intimately. Be well, Gunta!
What a sad story….but great images, I like the header one, and your icy branches
That branch was so amazing – somehow ice formed, the water level dropped, and the chunk of ice remained. One of those things you are glad to record, and when it comes out well, all the better!
Most definitely! 🙂
Such depths of despair … tragic ..
Beautiful images .
Despair that’s hard to imagine. Thanks Poppy.
Listening to the song on a rainy early morning in Montgomery. Seems completely right. 🙂
I can picture that. I hope you have a relaxing (and, I’m sure, productive!) weekend.
A delightful collection. I particularly like the crispness of the first image and the mesmeric patterning in the still waters of the second.
The very sad news of the landslide has featured prominently in news bulletins here.
It’s interesting to hear that the mudslide news made it to England as more than a footnote. We were planning to drive in that general direction last weekend but after that, no, we went another way!
Love Susannah McCorkle’s voice and this is one of my favourite songs of hers. I never knew of her tragic end. How very sad.
It’s been a favorite of mine, too, for a long time. The lyrics are absolutely strange, in a wonderful way.
Forgot to say that I love your photos. 🙂
🙂 🙂 🙂
I actually thought of you and other blogger friends in that area, Lynn, on the tragic news of the mud slide. I enjoyed the photos in this series, and your words. My favourite is the icy branch.
Oh thanks Lynne! It’s about 25 miles north of me, but we go there every now and then – the road that was buried is a beauty. I have a photo of a moss covered shack from Oso – I saw it on the side of the road and stopped. I think it was above the slide area so may still be there, growing even more moss in this wet spring weather. It will be a long time before I can go look for it. The icy branch was such a cool find – a wacky weather thing I guess.
This is a very moving post, reminding me to send compassion to the families of those affected by the mudslide. Again, very nice photos. The segue into the Waters of March song gave more meaning to the photos and to the song. Thanks for sharing this montage.
An ode to the power of water. Very sad about the mudslide and the lives lost. You images are lovely, Lynn.