silvered-ochre ripples
the river's prose
whispered
wordless
stories
object #4 and random pics
13 hours ago
Monday, March 14, 2011
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6 comments:
Give me a minute? Let me kick off my shoes and wade there, so inviting...
I always see a face in the water.
beautiful colours.
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.
wordless stories - they live in paintings and nature and photos such as these
I like the river's poetry, the words he whispers while you are standing transfixed.
Delicious chocolaty ripples.
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