swampside… reflecting
mesmerised by reflections
light and life likeness.
a blue heron flies overhead… a bit cranky… breaking my meditation… shifting my gaze from the sky in the pond… the world is upside down staring into this canvas. what is up… what is down… water… or sky… the true tree… or the stagnant reflection… my stories… were they real… or am i betraying them.
feeling a bit cranky myself now.
marilyn brought me down a lavender-lime concoction… with a hint of wine…
well… perhaps more than a hint…
i’m way less cranky now.
(photos takken in Duncan, BC)
Listening to the Inbetween 
