Tuesday, October 24, 2017

M/V Jackie Englert

Left over from this summer.

It was waiting for another boat to add some barges to its tow.

Sunday, October 15, 2017

A little cross down by the Ohio River

I have something going on in my life right now (outside the home) that's tearing me up inside. Some nights I wake up at 4 a.m. and I can't get back  to sleep because my mind is trying to work its way through something that could be permanent or only temporary.

This evening as the sun was setting I went to one of my favorite places -- Harris Riverfront Park in Huntington WV. There's a spot where I like to go to ponder the unsolvable problems of life. As I watched the wind roughen the surface of the water, I thought about how in my decades of life almost all my peaceful spots have been along the Ohio River. The entire  river is a place that I identify with, whether it's at the Point in Pittsburgh or Cairo Point at the other end or dozens of places in between.

As I sat there thinking about how mentally peaceful this place is to me as compared to another place that is far less so, I heard people walking toward me. Behind me and to my left were nine people, mostly young, carrying pillows and what looked like blankets.

"How are you doing?" one asked as I glanced at them.

"It depends on what you're carrying," I replied.

They were from a church in or near Wayne WV,  and they were looking for homeless people who might need pillows or blankets or a Bible. I said I thought the Huntington police had cleared out the homeless camp nearby, but you never know if the people who had lived there had returned.

So they left and kept walking down the river. As I stared at the water's surface again, one girl ran back  and handed  me a small  wooden cross.

I couldn't help but think about what this one symbol means to different people I know. Some have dedicated their lives to what it stands for, while others detest everything it means.

Another thought came into my head, too. Rivers have their own symbolism in secular literature and in Christian theology. On the theological side, I thought about the phrase "rivers of living water" from John 7:37-38.

After that, it was time to leave. The river is still there. The cross is in my car. And I hope the people from Wayne had a productive evening. 

Friday, October 6, 2017

Two boats at twilight

I haven't been able to get down to the river much lately -- work and stuff, you know -- and when I have, there hasn't been much there. But this evening I celebrated the end of another work week by dragging my camera down to get a picture of the Leslie M. Neal.

Yeah, I was in a black-and-white mood.

The Neal's pilot disappointed me by being so far out in river and actually heading toward the other side. In through here, boats usually run close to this shore. Then I realized the Neal was over that way because another boat must have been coming down.

And there was.

The Speedway. I remember being on that boat many years ago during an open house at Point Pleasant. Many years ago.