After discovering weird energy readings coming from the Pit located underneath Gotham, Batman decides to check it out.
Arriving at the scene with Robin, the first thing they notice is not any escaped Arkham rogue or Assassin from the League like they had been expecting.
No, instead, next to the pit sits a random exhausted-looking guy. Next to him are studying materials which he seems to be working on, and he’s also holding a straw that’s dipped straight into the Pit, occasionally taking a sip.
I love flowers and they make a perfectly lovely gift! but also people need to stop giving me the kind that are actually alive. I'm inevitably compelled to keep them alive---which is why I currently have a pothos plant, a rubber plant, a spiky dracaena, a peperomia, and a white kalanchoe, all living in my apartment.
Anyway, my father sent me a peace lily for my birthday, so.
This weekend I've decided to go backpacking in a century-old pine forest hunting grounds for a return to my roots with some Native Cousins-descent where a tragic story happened many moons ago. Actually it is a legend; a legend where an Algonquin tribe with an old wicked and all-powerful Sorcerer named Nipissingue coveted the lovely Hiawhitha who none in the tribe dare to oppose him.
Unfortunately for the Sorcerer, Hiawhitha decided to give her heart to Arondack, the sworn enemy of Nipissingue. Whereupon, the Sorcerer launched the Algonquins on a warpath and counted on the fate of the battle to get rid of Arondack. He judged well; Arondack was fatally wounded but managed to get back to his wigwam in the village. Hiawhitha, daughter of the chief, who was the tribe's healer sat down at his bedside and nursed him.
One day missing some medicinal plants, Hiawhitha made her way to the steep precipice at Dorwin where at the bottom, a thin rivulet of water trickled, grew some native flora sarsaparilla roots which was in need for Arondack wounds. But not far away in a hot pursuit of his prey, Nipissingue sees her and engaged flung himself on her thereby throwing her into the ravine. As Hiawhitha's body touched the thin rivulet of water, a loud thunderclap reverberated through the gorge and Hiawhitha's long white linen robe turned into a magnificent 60ft high waterfall.
Then precisely at that moment Nipissingue stupefied and was transformed into stone by the Great Manitou thus condemned him for the eternity to hear Hiawhitha's triumphant song of victory; which is the sound of the falls.
Today we can still see Sorcerer Nipissingue's head of rock near the falls.
this evening i went out to explore a wetland that's been flooded all winter and discovered it's still very flooded but also BEAUTIFUL. the "rivers" in those first and third pictures are actually walking trails.