The flood waters have receded -- only pools of diminishing reflection mark its passing.
The pinkish mud drying on the trees will soon give way to spring rains and new growth.
One wonders where the tree ends and the reflection begins. Such unexpected beauty from chaos.
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1 comment:
The first is a dark and mysterious stream through the trees! Thanks for stopping by my reflection.
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