Conversations With Carp - Said And Done

With a crestfallen spirit this morning, I kept looking at the dry falls, and bed downstream, on upper Rock Creek. I questioned god once when my wife died, but I'll never do that again - it's not my place.  Still, however, I often wonder why some things have to take place. 

Last Saturday I posted a picture of the minimal flow on upper Rock Creek and have posted the picture again.

This morning I took this picture below that shows what can happen in one short week when we are absent of rain.

There is a tremendous community of fish and other water life in this area of Rock Creek and now all this life is at risk.  The carp that Charlie and I so love may very well become stranded and begin to perish.  If it comes to that I'll begin to rescue the carp and take them downstream to where there is a confluence.  Some will say that is interfering with natural selection, but I no longer believe in natural selection because the activity of humankind has terribly altered and affected that pure process.  The pale horse is at the fringe of this creek.

As far as continued conversations with carp in this part of the creek - all is said and done.