Monday, June 29, 2009

Snagged

Above the River

Trinkets, do you collect them--
perhaps small silver spoons or rows of tiny thimbles, their minuscule reservoirs overflowing with memories--a time, a place?

Though I often gather objects as I’m out and about, I seldom assemble many organized, as such, into a collection. Weathered pine cones or smooth, rounded pebbles usually fill my pockets.
Pieces that define a place, or capture color perfectly--
red of western sand at sunset,
sunrise pink of a mountain in Maine.

Except, of course, Christmas ornaments, amassed over the years, lovingly brought out each December from their protective wraps and gently hung from branches, each piece, a memory--
friends gone on, places behind, children grown.


So, I wonder if that pleasing image, the spangled tree, its stories, has prompted me to begin this, a collection to rival all silver spoons--
the trimmings of the waterways.

Spinner?

Snagged!

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12 comments:

Lisa at Greenbow said...

This will be a delightful collection Nina. One you don't have to put away after display of several weeks.

I have always been tempted by flies for fly fishing. I don't fish but I remember my Father making them. I remember trying to cast the rod. Yes, those flies do tempt me.

The-Grizzled-But-Still-Incorrigible-Scribe-Himself! said...

Sounds like a perfectly worthwhile collection to me! But then…being a devout fisherman…it would.

Kelly said...

...these would make really cool Christmas ornaments as well! :-) They are beautiful.

Wren said...

I'm with kelly - imagine a tree bedecked with river ornaments!

Tom said...

When I'm out and about by river or canal I come by these things snagged in branches and twigs... I never give them much thought at all.. I will never be able to see them in that light again and will always be reminded of this post... :O)
Tom

bobbie said...

Yes, I am a collector of such things. My mother would have put them into the category of her "knick-knacks". But each one, as you say, carries a memory. I have an amazing number of stones and shells from places I want to remember.

nina at Nature Remains. said...

I spot many tangles in the trees overhanging the streams we paddle along. Often, the fishing line alone is left in a huge snarl. But, in this case, I had to actually duck my head to avoid having the lure catch in my hair as we slid underneath the low branches in our canoe.
The idea to snip the line and remove the hooked object originated out of concerns for safety, but now seem to be an interesting collection--each with a remembrance of that day's journey and other things spotted along the way.

nina at Nature Remains. said...

The-Grizzled-But-Still-Incorrigible-Scribe-Himself! --
Did you look closely at the first of the two lures? I can imagine the fisherman who lost it left quite unsatisfied with his day's efforts--the wrong end of the lure is attached to the line.
Even big fish know that little fish don't swim backwards! :-)

Hocking Hills Gardener said...

LOL! I have lost s few of those in trees, on roots.

Deborah Godin said...

Delightful and creative, must be wonderful in a sunny breeze!

Michelle Johnson said...

What a wonderful collection I see building in your home. Delights, reminders of your day. Before you know it you'll have hundreds. Have a great day.

deejbrown said...

Okay, I will add this to my list of fascinating things to learn if I ever get to retire!