Monday, March 14, 2011

the river's prose

silvered-ochre ripples


the river's prose


whispered
wordless
stories

6 comments:

Terresa said...

Give me a minute? Let me kick off my shoes and wade there, so inviting...

Rachel Fenton said...

I always see a face in the water.

beautiful colours.

Reya Mellicker said...

The silver light has faded here in Washington DC. We're seeing the green-gold light of early spring here.

It's like traveling through time/space coming here and watching the last of the silvery ochre colors of winter where you are. Very cool.

Pauline said...

wordless stories - they live in paintings and nature and photos such as these

Friko said...

I like the river's poetry, the words he whispers while you are standing transfixed.

Tess Kincaid said...

Delicious chocolaty ripples.