in the slender
wealth of winter
there are small riches
waiting to be discovered.
~
i like to read
a similar
river snow
a thousand hills, but no birds in flight,
ten thousand paths, with no person's tracks.
a lonely boat, a straw-hatted old man,
fishing alone in the cold river snow.
a thousand hills, but no birds in flight,
ten thousand paths, with no person's tracks.
a lonely boat, a straw-hatted old man,
fishing alone in the cold river snow.
14 comments:
Love walking in your woods and fields via your camera and words.
hi pauline - when i'm on holiday it's one of the many pleasures that i look forward to. the freedom to walk whenever and wherever with my eyes wide open. thanks so much. steven
That is the secret Steven. "With my eyes wide open." blessings
QMM
thanks qmm! a quiet day 'round here. i'm heading down to toronto for the day to see what i can see. have a peaceful day. steven
yes you've just got to know where to look, i love winter's treasures.
Have a happy new year!
The first photo especially is both lyrical and exotic Steven. Very unexpected. I like it.
Enjoy your day in Toronto and be sure to wave as you're going past Scarborough.
Love the picture at the top. Enjoy the rest of your holiday.
Todays post reads of a sort of sweet melancholy if that makes any sense and the photos are lovely. Also my thank to you for your advice with my novelette "Strange" I'm grateful for your input.
Warm regards,
Simone.
Serene photos Steven. Thanks for the window into your world.
Best post title ever! Oh yeah. Winter is thin, but so so beautiful. I like sparse. xx
It's the only way to walk! Love Rumi's thought in your sidebar; when I get down, instead of wondering what it's all about, I'll remember it. Thank you, Steven. xa
Just lovely Steven
happy days
...simply lovely... :)
I am ready to discover them too!
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