Sunday, April 21, 2013
Sunday morning hike along Stony Brook
It was Sunday morning. Cold and clear. I could hear the birds in the trees and the brook rushing and swollen with spring rain. I wandered across two hikers who seeing my camera asked "Any good shots this morning?" I answered yes. They next asked "How do you know where to point the camera?" I said I walk along the brook and listen to what it tells me. "The brook speaks to you?" they asked. I said it always speaks to anyone who will listen. I don't always understand but it is always speaking or singing to me.
Thoughts for a Sunday morning in spring.
Keep Makin' Art!
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Wow! Tremendous. I'd like to hike along there with my sketch book! Fab' images!
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