Monday, 2 February 2009

Water mill, Guettes-es-Lievres, lunchtime.

The snow is just beginning; in the looking-glass river world, where the trees hang downwards, the flakes rise slowly toward the surface, meshing hypnotically with those falling in this world.

1 comment:

Bee said...

I love the phrase (and view from) the "looking-glass river world."