>> Monday, February 8, 2010
On Sunday, my husband and I took a stroll along a section of the Erie Canal path that we had never walked before. It's a stretch not too far from our house, but I guess just far enough that we'd never walked there. It was a cloudy, gray, cold day, and there wasn't much wildlife out and about (aside from snowmobilers). The tracks in the snow were hard to read because the snow was so fluffy. So, instead of reading traces of wildlife and wood, we wound up reading the impressions left behind by humans instead.
The length of the Erie Canal must be filled with old houses and industrial buildings, abandoned when the Canal stopped being the major thoroughfare across the state.
To my delight, the aqueduct has recently been reconstructed, as much as possible using historically accurate materials and methods. The canal now lies smooth and full across the aqueduct.
Anyway, poking through ruins generally got me thinking about the traces we humans leave behind. Tomorrow I'll put up another post reflecting on the sometimes very fine line between human construction and nature, and the way we humans tend to look at our own history as reflected by what we build.