Riffles
When I slow down enough to listen, I hear voices there, laughter mostly, but have not learned the language. Not yet.
Labels: PhotoImage, Reflections
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
When I slow down enough to listen, I hear voices there, laughter mostly, but have not learned the language. Not yet.
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The notecards have been well-received, and already folks are wanting sets for spring, sets of Tsuga, images from the book. And I will continue to offer the Book-Plus-Notecards set for $25--a great deal!
6 Comments:
Your blog is such a breath of fresh air. I need to check back here much more often. I'm glad that all these years later, you're still bringing these life truths to folks like me, who sometimes need reminding.
Thanks.
What? You certainly have learned the language - you speak it every time you post something here. Your words are as soothing as this rippling creek, or as exuberant as the New River. You speak moutain/creek/farm awareness - splendid!
hugs from PA
connie
What a gorgeous photo of a lovely spot! Thanks.
That reminds me so much of my beloved creek in WV from my childhood. I may have to steal that one for my wallpaper. Hope you don't mind.
Hi Trey, good to hear from you, and dis-connected you are--I can't even find an old email address for you to which to reply.
Ever get out to that special swamp of yours these days?
I love your pictures.
Having lived in your area for many years, I'm really getting homesick and can't wait to move back home.
In the meantime, I'm always looking for pictures of those gorgeous mountains. I have enjoyed yours very much.
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