On the floating dock below Bartram Campus of Bolles School, before Friends Meeting a few weekends ago, I looked north into the shadows and saw the scene I have called Glyphs of wood and water. The water so still, the curves of wood almost speaking aloud.
I turned to the south then, where the mid-morning sun reached the creek from above the trees.
And so it is.
Blessèd Be,
Michael
5 comments On Little Pottsburg Creek
Very simple and just gorgeous. You caught the light perfectly. Great job! 🙂
Thanks. I appreciate the comment.
Thanks very much.
A reflection on a reflection. Beautiful.
Thanks, Louise.
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