 Glanteenassig. Waterfalls whisper soothingly to lakes of fragile glass Rivers run red. Cheeks glisten in softly falling mist and tears. Indescribable beauty.
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4 Comments
Carol
12/5/2017 09:48:40 am
What absolutely gorgeous photos! I feel as if I am walking in your steps. That crusty angel, that she has made her more beautiful! What is white crusts on all those stones, such amazing shapes. Such inspiration!
jen
12/6/2017 02:36:55 am
Carol! The light is so soft and lovely here...it is nearly impossible to take a bad pic! The stones are covered in lichens. A combination of wet, cool and cloudy is the perfect environment for these little lovelies. And the crusty angel is my favorite. Aging, with all of its decay, has only made her more beautiful. 12/8/2017 12:17:50 pm
For the beauty of the earth,
jen
12/8/2017 01:31:01 pm
gorgeous....thank you for the gift of these words. :) Leave a Reply. |
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