Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
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.
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I love the phrase (and view from) the "looking-glass river world."
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