The complexity never ceases to amaze me. The pruduct of times continuing project. Forever destroying, and forever creating. This constant flow towards a direction...or is it a flow in every direction? The creek is the best analogie I can think of. This creek has been flowing in this area for so long. Since the time of Autolopithicua Afarensis, it has been folowing in this area. Even before we had the capacity to build a hammer, it was here...or at least in it's early stages. Our colonies no longer spread out in groups amongst the plains, but up. Vertically we climb into skyscrapers and planes. And this creek still runs here as it has for so long, cutting through the limestone, continually destroting the the previous landscape, and molding a new one. We are only a pebble in a mountain or life, and in time. We have this belief that "man is involved, that he makes a difference to it,and that he can observe reality without changing it"(357). I am not undermining our existence...I just think that that for all of our hustle and bustle through life, we don't accomplish a whole lot. Despite the fact that I should be writing about Waller Creek as a whole, I must include a little anecdote about these squirrels that are thriving around me. I have been watching two squirrels in particualr for a while now, adn am amazed by their frivolity, and playfulness. For the lst five minutes or so, they have been flying from tree to tree in a game of tag. They hop from branch to branch, trusting their stability in twigs smaller than my pinky. They are the players, and Waller Creek is the stage...so I guess we are the audience. The squirrels live here. They even live here when it's cold, and we are tucked away in our homes. We visit and write about it like we know it, like it's ours. We just know that it's a good thing to hang out here every now and then, we "view nature normatively. [We] vigarously eploit [our] habitat but positively accept its biological and symbolic constraints". We(I at least) merely call this place beautiful and natural, and yet I can't wait to leave and carry on my life. Oh my gosh! KNVA cartoons came on 5 minutes ago! ---Here is me being a squirrel--- Whoa, jump! What was I doing? Huh? Who's that? Food? No--I'm thirsty. Run, run, jump leap, sit. Drink some more. Good. WHat's that? It's moving. Not food, might hurt me, run. I smell something? Let's see. Not interesting. ANother squirrel!! Rival! The chase begine. Run run leap, jump, run! Stand my ground. My tree. ---that was odd--- I still like this area despite my anti-human protest earlier. I just have to vent those feelings every now and then. From the green algae that thrives in the slow moving stream to the trees that feed off the water and provide homes for the organisims that inhabit it. It's neat.