In Search of The Solitude Streams

I love water. More specifically, running water. Springs, rivulets, intermittent "runs" and rills, branches, creeks, streams, rivers. To me, all creeks are interesting. Those which hold fish are fascinating. Seeing them stirs my blood and quickens my heartbeat with a uniquely human blend of desire and need. The sound of flowing water literally calls to me. I feel the same primeval response whether from the obscure tinkling of a nearly dry brook or the torrential roar of a spring flood. It ha...