with a gentler winter
the river has open water
water
that holds the memories
of clouds and trees
in its
slowly
drifting
body
what the actual fuck America
22 hours ago
Saturday, February 27, 2010
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16 comments:
Beautiful COLD pictures. The fishes have wishes for spring, they must be so still in that winter water.
Very neat photos.
Water with memories - I like it...
Gosh these are lovely photos, really beautiful.
Fascinating way to think of reflections reflections, Steven.
Makes one wonder what are we reflecting and who or what is reflecting us?
Wow!
That is amazing ~ Love it!
Very dreamy - I like the crisp edges with the feathery trees and clouds on the water!
Beautiful shots...said the tree lover. :)
There is something unspeakably attractive about a river, it's reassuring when uncovered in Spring (better yet never iced over).
So lovely, steven. I took a photo of coulds in a puddle this time, but didn't post it. I love your analogy her. It's still snowing on your blog!
Thank you for your comment today! I posted a reply...
Steven this is just amazing! I can read so much into this piece about life, transition, even dying. It offers peace and comfort for all those. This is one I will go back to read time and again!
Rick
Really like 'slowly drifting body' and the photos are gorgeous. I especially like the bottom one, there's something destabilising about it.
Beautiful photos & the reference to "the memories". Spring is arriving soon!
Hi Steven
I love these photos of yours. You have the knack!
Happy days
My breath is deeper and slower for having visited today. Thank you friend.
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