Water has a voice. From the patter of raindrops to the roaring of the sea, and a thousand voices in between.
To my great joy, I can hear the singing of this tiny brook if I step outside my house. It runs along two sides of our property.
Today the pitch was high and sweet, with added notes from the edging of ice around the mouth of this wee waterfall. I wish I could share the sound with you as easily as I can the image. It is beautiful.
1 comment:
This is one I had to spend the five minutes it takes for the full size to download. I love the tree's hula skirt of ice.
Mary Anne in Kentucky
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