Water World
Water World
I’ve always been drawn to the edges of land. I visit nearby lakes and streams regularly. And I drink in the sight of reflections, lily pads, ducks playing, ripples and rills, leaves floating above and submerged below. Like sunrises and sunsets, each water scene changes by the day. Bright or muted colors. Water dancing or still. And a question always to ponder: what is hiding just under the surface?
In a small pond, I watch golden trout playing. In a tiny stream, I watch water cascading over rocks. And over a freezing waterfall, I watch late afternoon sunshine capture just glow and spray, nothing more.