who will be
the first winter traveler
to cross the still running brook?
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
who will be
the first winter traveler
to cross the still running brook?
Nice thought
lovely shot and how wonderful to be the first to make the tracks
Heaven
indeed
It looks too pristine to spoil!
Lovely seen. Footsteps on the bridge would only leave us wondering.
Hopefully you
😉 I always imagine that dreams cross this bridge when the morning light comes, retreating back into the recesses of the woods, waiting for night to come out and play again. And dreams tread so lightly they don’t leave imprints…
Ah, lovely–perfect for this image and your engagement 🙂
What a beautiful setting! Your photos evoke such a keen sense of place.
Thank you! It is my aim…so others can ‘visit’ this beautiful place I am lucky enough to live in.