the beauty of the river, it changes
with the cold of winter
the brighter blue of summer gives way to a steely, more greyed version
the ice begins at the islands, creeping, , spreading through the quieter channels
a land of white, blue, beige and black-green
layers of ice and water
winter stratas
pebbled ice formed during an ice-storm borders smooth ice, formed afterward
the wind died, the cold deepened
translucent blue next to snow-bound shores
nature frames the views
and screens them
water in constant motion creates ice that looks the same
deep shade, black water
Monday I was able to go for a walk, but the rest of the week has been taken up with the sickness rebound
it was a vicious one but thankfully, though all the others were ill this week, I stayed healthy
lots of soup-making and looking after the wee ones whilst their parents recovered
hoping we are finally, truly, through it now but life comes one day at a time and that's how I'm taking it
3 comments:
Your beloved river tells its story through your voice. I love this chapter, beautifully framed by your words and illustrated by the river itself in your stunning photos. I hope your family continue to recover.. stay strong and well.
The river is beautiful - so many amazing colours, both in the ice and in the water itself. I love the trees in the first photo, so stark against the coldness that surrounds them. Great photo!
Stay well!!!!!!
Sending healthful thoughts! But thank you so much for the poetry of your descriptions, crisp and clear like the air.
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