a photograph by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son
Note: This was taken on the day that Ethel wrote about in the poem, “Train Ride,” below.
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fourwindowspress · creative writing, pastel art, and essays
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This is a beautiful and fascinating picture – one to keep looking at! I’m glad you’ve connected it to the Train Ride poem.
Great macro. Really calming.
Oh wow, this is gorgeous–I love the way water beads up into self-contained droplets.
So, so pretty!
This is wonderful, Thomas.
Reblogged this on objets d' vertu.
Poetry in images.
Yes it is! Thank you. Love Ethel
How many vast worlds of life are present in these drops! The Wonders of His Grace! So glad to be catchingl up with your delightfully inspiring posts. I had a sample manuscript deadline last Friday! But I am back, invigorating and champing at the bit–watch out, Ethel!
Water beads as dazzling as any diamonds (actually more so)!