the waves roll in
water
and air
combine to make millions of little bubbles
the bubbles burst
one-by-one
as the water
recedes
leaving
shiny water-polished pebbles
in their wake
it is so much
like a life well-lived
coming to terms
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11 comments:
So much slowly revealed.
I love the effect of water on pebbles Steven, it shows them in their finest colours then leaves them and they revert to a dull finish. Lovely.
The bubbles disappear and we are left with a clear image of what lies beneath. Thanks Steven.
The work of time and nature does leave beauty in its wake, and as you say that is also true of a life well-lived. Lovely photos steven.
When I got to the words "as the water recedes" I HEARD the water rolling back over the pebbles, loud and clear. Makes me long for more.... I must to the ocean go... soon!
The textures and colors of those stones are wonderful. (I'm in love with your header pic)
nature is like that- it's so natural...moves and grooves, polishes and shifts. Nature has reclaimed the park where Dexter and I went - heals itself...
When you have the luxury of hearing water on pebbles it' difficult to understand how anyone thought to make music any other way.
oh you make me smile with your tiny bubbles of appreciation!
thankyou very much for leaving such lovely comments. rachel your comment was so entirely unexpected and thrilling! steven
More enticing photos to enjoy. Your blog is a beautiful place to visit, and the post after this one (which won't allow comments at present) goes a long way to explaining why! Congratulations on your continuing to swim in the waters of Blogland, like the Golden Fish you are...
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