Water, in all its' magnificence is amazing. Still, utterly silent in a lake or pond, or small veins of life as it trickles through a maze of rock and silt on a hillside in the mountains, water can transform itself to whatever geographical zip code it resides in.
The ocean's magic is in the tide's method of crashing unto the sand with force, only to be gently pulled back to the ocean by the invisible forces of nature and gravity. The water also keeps its' voice ever changing. Whether the roar of the tide, or the absence of sound coming from an untouched mountain lake - water never disappoints.
... "“listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go”
e.e.cummings
Dear Ann and John,
ReplyDeleteThe shot is great; you can feel the water racing toward you. And whoever wrote the text, deserves a pat on the back.
Not much going on, the Royal Philharmonic on Saturday, with David.Big hugs. Connie and Don.
Dear Don & Connie:
DeleteI wrote the text, John shot the photo. I thought of you while writing the post, because I knew I was going to use a verse or 2 of e.e.cummings....