Lost And Found In Reflections

Walking slowly, turning in the weather, I get lost along the road and then find space in reflections.  There are abundant reflections here in the marsh.  They offer the seasons of the day and speak of the rain and sun.  Who needs paint when reflections are complete, with gentle breeze, vegetation, and sky all mixed by expert water.  They all whisper, relax... the work is done.

Posted by michael