|Sandy road along the river|
I went down into the valley of the Beirut River, near Rousseit el-Ballout, on Sunday. That is somewhere in the Metn/Chouf Mountains. Second picnic of the year. It is still a little early; I can see that from the length of the grass and the quantity of wildflowers. Usually we wallow around in knee high grass, with bees buzzing about. Or maybe nature is late. This winter has been short but cold. Funny to think that while I’m outdoors having a picnic in T-shirt, people were still skiing today.
This means for the next picnic we have to go deeper into the valley. Eventually that is going to happen with a lot of spots in this country; we’re going to have to go further and deeper in-country to find pristine valleys.
|Beirut River with 'art'|
|There's even beauty in trash|
|A beautiful hole formed by rolling stones on the riverbed|
|My daughter found me a heart.|
|A pine cone lodged between an rock and a weathered branch, polished smooth by the water|
|I liked the roots on this tree, but the tire was in pretty good shape too.|
|Even this dead cameleon was beautiful|