a photograph by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son
November 18, 2007
Categories
Blogroll
- Alazanto's web site
- Allison Grayhurst
- Ben Naga
- Christine Moran
- Cynthia Jobin
- David Agnew
- David Francis Barker
- Discuss
- ExtraSimile
- Fred Whitehead's Blog
- From a Flower
- Gone Cycling Again
- I Sleep Between the Moons of New Mexico by Ethel Mortenson Davis
- Ina Schroeders-Zeeders
- John Looker
- Julie Catherine
- Salt Bear, a novel by Thomas Davis
- Scriptor Obscura
- Seasonings
- Slowmoto.me
- Steven Federele
- The Forest, the People and the Spirit by Thomas Davis
- The poet and writer Terence Winch, a good friend
- White Ermine Across Her Shoulders
- Zumwalt
fourwindowspress · creative writing, pastel art, and essays
fourwindowspress 
It is views like this… so many, that I trek through the woods or to the mountains whenever I can. Being in the wild gives me a feeling of being reborn.
Another stunning picture making me wish to be there even for a minute.
Oh WOW, this is Beyond Beautiful!! God bless you abundantly today.
Beautiful – the word “pure” came to mind. Such purity in those falling waters and the rocks they wash against.
A wonderful shot — feels like I’m somehow stealing the view of this fall …
And I dearly *love* Ouray. This brings back a sweet memory.
Thank you.
What secrets, what wonders, what shelter, what refreshment discovered in these falls, so fantastically well-photographed by Kevin.
The tears flow into the well of your hearts …
Thank you for these great comments. Love Ethel
Am I right to think that that is a ray of light flowing into the waterfall? Beautiful. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the bathing, watery quality of light on skin, faces…and so I see a ray of light pouring into the water.
Oh wow! Another stunning scenery! A great photo too 🙂
I find such secretiveness to this photo, the water almost not wanting to be seen…the bluish coloring adding to its mystery.
So lovely to look upon! Like the lingering spirit of Kevin.
Another gripping image.