Living at Great Falls

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We lived at Great Falls from August till May. We were lucky to see the beauty of it closely, the forest in surrounding areas, the parks, the falls, and giant mansions. At night, there are many more stars than those of the city. It was super quiet but at the same time loud with frogged, birds…Almost every morning, we were greeted by small group of deer.  Foxes, raccoons, woodpeckers, vouchers are frequent but mysterious visitors.

Sometimes we took motorcycle to go house-seeing in the neighborhoods. We went up and down hills, over the creeks, under the plum blossoms. One time, we entered a private land where there was a lake at the end of the road. A house lay under a big tree over the other side of the lake. It was the most idllic scene I have ever seen in the States. Sometimes, I was able to take a walk in the woods before work in the morning. I listened to the sound of branches touching each other.  One time, we ventured into the Great Falls park after dark. We hid behind a big tree, when the police took their last patrol in the park. Then we climbed up the rocks, there, we took some long exposure photos of the raging water. Another time, when we hopped on the motorcycle, driving to work, the fog had not dispersed, it coated the grassland, cottages, fence, horses, trees, and turned everywhere into oil paintings. When the sun finally shined through this fog, it created several golden rays through the woods. Against the sun, you could see steam moving in the rays that casted onto a small treehouse in the valley near the creek. Every season at the Great Falls area is a beautiful picture.

Unfortunately, beautiful days didn’t last long. The ugly and harsh reality brought us back from the dream-like ideals. We left in a rush, and now are back to the city. Now, I am enjoying the convenience and activities in the city. But when planes fly over our buildings, when loud ambulance pass through streets outside my windows, traffic line up just outside the complex, I miss those countryside days. It was a good break from the city.

大瀑布的那些日子

2013年10月:每日,被撞死的鹿、松鼠、狐狸、浣熊,躺在路上。没有殉葬,等待秃鹰和鸟儿们收拾残破的尸体。阳光透过树林的时候,我们迎来了新的一天,它们的最后一天没有关荣、怜悯和温暖。它们是机器时代的低智商,原始自然和摩登社会在碰撞的时候,小小地悲剧一下,我们做了过客,看一眼就绕路而行了。

2013年11月:清晨散步,在季节变化的树林。乌云就要过去,大风还没有歇息。脚下有千万只落叶,远处南瓜灯还记不记得昨夜繁华。树林呼啸的早晨像黄昏,空气温暖湿润,奇怪但完美的十一月的一天。

今晨或昨夜,家里的老鼠被夹死了。大叔跳出来说:你难道不能够handle自己制造的死亡吗!这种话很深奥。此次死亡是毫无疑问要制造的。但目前,我不能handle的是死,还是它的毛茸茸,还是“我造成”这一事实?毛茸茸。

2013年12月:同事感慨银装素裹。这是第一场雪,冬天来了,春天还远呢。晚上雾浓,迷糊了家门口那两盏灯。未看清楚吧?原来冰雪融化的声音那么响人,电影中的鬼屋一越就成我的生活。雪夜,故乡渐远了。人越大,生活一面越现实,一面越超现实。

2014年1月:在北京现在不太好干的一件事就是:出门之后马上捡一个小棍儿,一路敲敲打打,溜达到哪带到哪,进商店前放在一个安全的地方,出来还去取。小时候这样刻意,现在出去估计也没有什么树了,有树也没什么树枝儿,不想华盛顿和周边地区,蔓延的都是树,树枝丰富,出门还可以立即捡上个小棍儿。

再下一次雪:新来的 不懂的 成熟了 还是衰老了 累了 刚起呢 路上的 听歌的;一时好一时坏,梦里说了什么 做了什么;遥远的 要怎样的努力;有时简单 有时为什么那么难呢

2014年2月 嘿,是我,有时是雨,有时是雪,落在冰冻的土地,滋润缠绕的树枝,和来年的春季,夜,看几颗星星,看你 冷静 漫长,熬着 等待,存在的意义 浮现的下一次…

2014年6月:A perfect day for Mid-Atlantic. A good day for fishing, golfing, gardening, biking, canning, walking, outing. A good day for convertibles. Hawk is flying, deer hanging out in the shade, flowers are exploding.

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