Playing With Ice
/Early in the morning,
up on a hill,
there is a little creek,
moving slow under spring's ephemeral crystalline icing.
The gemmy, rutilated surface reflects first light of day,
contrasting rich tannin tones flowing from the forest,
and changing color with each footstep of imagination.
(Click to enlarge)
Wishing you enhanced vision in your day,
Alaska Beachcomber
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