Thursday photo prompt I listen to the sound of the cascade, and to the birds and other creatures, deep in the woods. Time flows, as if diluted in the icy waters of the stream. Is it an illusion? Or the harsh reality of our impermanence? Will I remember this instant, on the other side, … Continue reading Cascade #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt It's a narrow stream, on this side our present, on the other, the past, or an unknown future. What to chose? Staying here, where we are now, is not an option: sooner or later, but maybe much sooner, we have to step on those stones, make up our mind, and chose. … Continue reading Choice #writephoto
Crossing The shallow, clear water runs lazily between the rocks, and the little islands of green life. Oft we crossed the old bridge, On our many walks, through this blessed land, Observing, and being observed, by creatures far more ancient, and wiser, than us. Oft, we looked at our reflections in the mirror below. … Continue reading Crossing #writephoto
Weekly Writing Challenge #140 She could tell from his footsteps, along the stream. There he'd stopped, listening to the water, and to the birds. He may even have spotted a kingfisher. At a slow pace she followed his journey, up to the cliff. There, she knew, the show was over.
Magic "So much light," you said, "and here is the path, just across the little stream, do you remember?" I do remember, we walked there, many times, you and me, when we were kids, and later. In all seasons, in winter like this, with sunlight filtering through the trees, reflecting on the snow, our … Continue reading Magic #writephoto
Inspired by Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo prompt She filled her lungs with the fresh, pure air of the forest. At her feet the little stream flowed, silent, mirroring the foliage of the trees and the clear sky. The entrances of the tunnels were surrounded by lush vegetation. Her feet were in the water, a delightful feeling, … Continue reading Green #writephoto
The Prompt She looked down at the stones, polished by time and covered by ancient lichen: no-one had been around the garden for eons, she was probably the first to find the gate. Judging by the dead leaves still peppering the ground, it must still be early spring in this world. There was a faint … Continue reading Spring #writephoto
The declining sunlight casts long shadows on the meadows, trees and rocks magically elongated over the sensual curves of the valley. The little cross is hidden from view, not far from our path, but few walkers know it is there. It’s almost our secret, a tiny haven nestled at the foot of the magic mountain, … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Détour