On the occasion of my 400th riverblog post I thought I would try something a little different. I’m thinking that reaching a personal blogging milestone is worthy of some observance . It took me a little more than five years, 399 posts of original content, over 4000 published images, nearly 2500 comments, and deleting more than 30,000 blocked spam requests, etc… before I filled all the free space on my original WordPress blog. I finally had to lay down some coin in order to purchase additional storage space to continue. For me, this has been more than a great bargain. When I originally began posting about my trips to the Falls of the Ohio, I had no idea of how much it would shape me as an artist, but without a doubt, it has. I now view this blog as being more than just a vehicle for publishing the things I’ve made and experienced and has become a medium in its own right. To everybody who has participated either at the river or by visiting and commenting…the Artist at Exit 0 thanks you!! And now, from the intersection of nature and culture…on with the show.
One of my best friends gifted me this extensive article about the Falls of the Ohio dating back to 1966 that originally appeared in The Courier-Journal’s Sunday Magazine. The C-J is published in Louisville and for a time was one of the best newspapers in the country winning many Pulitzer Prizes for its original reporting. Like many fine newspapers across the land it is no longer locally owned and is a shadow of its former self. Still, it survives and dutifully arrives at the doorstep of its subscribers seven days a week minus the Sunday magazine feature. I was really fascinated by this article because it predates the Falls of the Ohio as an Indiana state park by many years. I was surprised to see an area on the lower right of the aerial view labeled “Fossil Trees”. This was the first reference to this I had come across. Supposedly, this area is composed of slate containing the fossilized remains of Carboniferous trees. It occurred to me that there was a lot about the northern bank I did not know about and decided to go exploring outside my usual confines.
I walked past the Woodland Loop Trail and heading west by hugging the riverbank. Along the way, I came across this makeshift and abandoned shelter created from found plastic and a quilted mover’s blanket. The remains of a small campfire marked where someone sought temporary refuge here. On more than one occasion I have come across folks in the park that are down on their luck and camp out here during the better weather months.
As the magazine article from 1966 shows…people have been camping out and utilizing the abundant driftwood resources for a long time. I have to admit, in all my years of coming out here, I haven’t seen anyone enjoying a fish fry like this. That was 48 years a go, but seems more remote to me than that. Among the many changes here, it is recommended that you limit your consumption of the local fish.
Such a beautiful sun-shiny day and unseasonably warm too. As I write this our first snowfall of the year lies on the ground. Another article in last week’s paper caught my attention. Apparently, this past October was the warmest October in the last fifty years and the fourth warmest ever recorded. As I meander back and forth along the riverbank, it’s odd bits of trivia that come to mind. I remember that I was living in Ft. Knox in 1966 and having a great time in Mrs. Songster’s third grade class at Van Vorris Elementary School. Back then, my nature experiences were shaped by stalking the woods and creeks on this extensive military reservation.
As I kept walking westward, I would come across sections of the riverbank enlivened by the bright yellow fruit from the horse nettle plant. These cherry tomato sized marbles look tempting, but they are highly poisonous. I came across places on my hike where there were thousands of these fruits ripening. I have always liked this view with the skyline of Louisville hanging on the horizon. The city with its tall buildings looks diminutive and fragile balancing on the edge between the sky and water.
The blackened root mass from a downed willow tree has an almost menacing presence on the riverbank. A few turtles slide off logs into the water. Goose Island and the Lower Tainter Gates are across the way. I realize that this is the furthest west I have ever walked on this side of the river. Previously, I have always limited my activities to the park proper. Although I don’t see any signage demarcating boundaries, I am assuming that I’m now on private property?
I come across some wonderful homes that must command spectacular views of the river. A couple of these dwellings sport their own boat ramps. I stay nearest to the water and respectively move my way through. Nobody challenges me and I keep moving forward. I know there is an area up ahead that is administered by the Falls of the Ohio State Park. After all these many years, it feels good to have other places associated with this special place to explore.
After a leisurely walk lasting several hours I reach the boat launch area by the George Rogers Clark home site. The famous hero of the Revolutionary War and founder of Louisville and Clarksville, retired to a small cabin that overlooked the river. This boat ramp is right across the river from the Lower Tainter Gates and Hydroelectric Plant and gets lots of traffic from fishermen. I decide that the areas I want to explore are still a long walk away and I modify my plans. If I want to reach the spot where the fossilized tree remains are found, I probably should park my car near the ramp and walk westward from here. For the time being I feel satisfied and retrace my steps back to the Falls of the Ohio State Park.
The walk back is gorgeous. On the return trip I collect lots of beaver-chewed willow sticks and a nice length of barge cable. I will use these materials to make something. Happily, I can report that I did not find nearly as much trash along this walk. I did, however, make one small project from found materials and here it is.
I found all this clear bottle glass lying in close proximity and created this small assemblage on the mud. I made this to enjoy the play of light through the glass as well as appreciate the highlights on the water. This piece consisted mostly of bottlenecks and bottle bottoms which are the strongest parts of a glass bottle. I wondered what if some archeologist in the future found this assemblage…would they think it had any aesthetic reason for being or could this be part of some unknown ritual? This area along the Ohio River has been in constant habitation for thousands of years and the bottle pieces are now a part of that record. My concept of art has greatly expanded since my student days. On the back page of this 1966 magazine I find an amusing advertisement that reminds me of how far I’ve traveled from the traditional practice! I guess being your own art teacher involves nude women? If only my art education had cost a mere $6.00 dollars a month. For better or for worse, who knows where I would be now?
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