My Wife went to Zumba tonight, so I made arrangements to meet my Brother and his Wife for supper. Before meeting them, I went for a brief walk around the quarry where our Father had frequently taken us to fish when we were kids. Our Father made it very clear to us when we were kids that we were not permitted to go to the quarry unless we were with him. We were not swimmers, and because it was a stone quarry, it was extremely deep, and dangerous with all the submerged rocks. One slip could easily mean death. Today the water level was up a bit because of the rain, but this rock that you see submerged in the water extends out a bit more, but then all of a sudden it drops straight off into the deep hole of the quarry. There have been several deaths at this quarry throughout the years due to drowning. All the stories that were shared with us as kids throughout the years were retained in my memory, and they were frightening enough to make me heed my Father's warnings. Even today when I stop by this quarry to fish, I have this weird feeling in my gut. I am very cautious of my footing. The blue skies and the reflections make a beautiful photo, but in spite of its beauty, those memories, and that youthful fear and respect for this place still rules.
This is an amazing photo and I love the the reflections and the clearness of the water. I have never been to a quarry but I have heard they can be dangerous. My daughter learned to scuba dive in a quarry. Not for me...too dark down deep!
The good lessons from childhood never leave us, which is why it's so important to teach them to the kids. Beautiful place. I just love those reflections and your words, as always
That is a beautiful picture. The reflection is amazing. I know what you mean about how impressionable we are as children when our parents react strongly to something. On a little less severe note, my mother totally hated purple- in any intensity, any shade and for years I had the same aversion to it, until a friend urged me to try on an eggplant colored top once and it looked GOOD! Poor mom would be so disappointed!! Anyway, what your father instilled in you was a healthy sense of preservation. And obviously, it was a good thing! Again, wonderful picture- a fav for me.
Wonderful shot, Rick. I have similar memories from things my dad taught me. It's nice that they stay with you - our first teachers - our parents - are never really gone from our lives.
This is such a beautiful photo. The quarry and reflections are amazing. And your words really spoke to me. I was always the type of kid, adolescent and even adult to heed my parents' warnings. I always knew they loved me, and I trusted that...
I always enjoy your stories, Rick. You present such a sense of family and history, just wonderful. Terrific image, I always loved--and feared--those places.
A very memorable story & lovely to hear your child hood memories too. Wonderful reflection & picture of warm rocks & clear water. I could imagine it being quite a magnet for a young boy ..your father did a good job instilling that fear !!! A fave !
It is a beautiful picture but like you I have my own childhood memories of a local quarry. My mother would never let me go but I know kids who did and there were a few drownings over the years. My young people feel invinvable so it is definitely up to the adults to rein themin.
Beautiful rich colours! Your thoughts remind me of the ocean - very beautiful, very necessary to life, but very powerful and dangerous if not respected.
I remember going to the local quarry when I was a kid, and all the stories that went with it.. from the gruesome to the funny or sweet. and having those same feelings.
This is a lovely photo Rick... and a good memory of your dad and how he kept you and your sibs safe.. :)
fear and respect for this quarry still rules......and that is a good thing. btw have you ever learned how to swim? the color of the stone is so beautiful and the water so clear. great picture.
We have a local quarry here too, and I got the same lecture!! I looked, but I didn't go near! Doesn't the danger of them have something to do with the "coldness" of the water? Anyway, this is a gorgeous picture of a lasting memory!
@kaylastaples Kayla, I am not a good swimmer so no, I would never go swimming there. It is too deep and dangerous because there are many hidden rocks sticking out below the surface of the water.
@bruni Bruni, yes I have learned how to swim, not a great swimmer,but at least I could survive if I fell in and didn't knock myself unconscious hitting a rock.
Wonderful reflection & colours Rick.
There is something about quarry waterholes that hold that feeling of danger you mention. We have one not far from here that my son & his mates used to swim in. It is now fenced off & rightly so.
Beautiful capture, I love how you have captured the clarity of the water. We are surrounded here by granite quarries and are very familiar with the dangers, it is a little unnerving to swim in them and know that no one is quite sure how deep they really are.
stunning capture, and words to live by, we have a lot of old quarries around here and hear of people drowning in them.... they sure make a beautiful lake tho the water color is always sooo beautiful.... and you've done a fantastic job of capturing that... its a fave for me!!!
Beautiful shot, Rick. I like to think our parents lessons are one way they continue to live on in this world when they have left us. I remember being sad thinking part of me died with my Dad, but then I realized that part of him lived on in me.
Absolutely stunning reflections and tones. Because it's so beautiful and inviting, your dad wanted to be sure you were safe. It took me a long time to realize that sometimes that's how dad's tell you they love you.
Some memories are never going to go away, I can relate to your words so much.
This is a lovely photo Rick... and a good memory of your dad and how he kept you and your sibs safe.. :)
There is something about quarry waterholes that hold that feeling of danger you mention. We have one not far from here that my son & his mates used to swim in. It is now fenced off & rightly so.