i am all scratched, my hair full of twigs
the creek is flowing
i follow its path
through tangled forest
dappled sunlight
sparkling water
here and there some ice
It seems late this year, the creek has been open other years in the middle of April.
or do i always think its late, longing for flow?
3 comments:
Nice pictures again in your blog.
Your description of following the creek shows a love of the outdoors that you were born to.
How did the creek get it's name? I love it!
Well.. i named it, it's just that where i become an elf with the elfs.
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