Showing posts with label Brook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brook. Show all posts
07 November 2014
Autumn Streamside - Corvallis, Montana
“What a joy it is to feel the soft, springy earth under my feet once more, to follow grassy roads that lead to ferny brooks where I can bathe my fingers in a cataract of rippling notes, or to clamber over a stone wall into green fields that tumble and roll and climb in riotous gladness!” – Helen Keller, deaf & blind US lecturer, 1880 - 1968
(Added joy: I managed to not make a splash in today's beauteous scene at the lurching ‘snap!’ of a seemingly sturdy limb wedged into the log jamup!)
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trees,
Water
15 September 2014
Over and Around, Hamilton, Montana
"What thing unto mine ear
Wouldst thou convey,—what secret thing,
O wandering water ever whispering?..."
- From "The Stream's Secret", by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
26 June 2012
Small Green Brook , Victor, Montana
Breathtaking scenes can come in small packages. Bend your knees and get close to a small inlet brook. Watch the play of luminescent light on water plants splayed forward in the current, green jewels undulating to catch the sunlight.
Remember what it is to be a child absorbed in what is simply in front of you, to be fully present.
Remember what it is to be a child absorbed in what is simply in front of you, to be fully present.
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