There might not be (m)any Neolithic remains round here, or wild places unmarred by urban development, but there are some things that we can’t destroy, like the reflection of clouds in still water.
The river looked so placid this morning I had to try and photograph that stillness.
The earth turns,
The stars wheel,
The universe expands into infinity,
While across the still face of the river,
Clouds float in a silvery sky,
And in the tree,
The blackbird sings,
Though the earth dies,
And all the stars fall.
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 