As the snow melts

In the blink of an eye it all just spings to life.

At sunset

At sunset the bird sang one last song before the frogs began.

Conversing with giants kinda makes your neck sore but oh what stories they can tell.

Up and down a little stream a kingfisher rattles in flight.

Life forms often overlooked become revealed.

A humbling experience appreciated.

Trees in threes.

Just seem to please the eye.

As well as instill a sense of wonder and awe.

As the clouds move in from above the water flows below.

The Sun sets and frogs begin to sing. Wonderful rhythms to end the day.

Some days it’s hidden yet ever present.

While other days you can see the wind blow.

Clouds above a cliff all reflecting in a river. A good morning indeed.