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Alpine Meadows
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Alpine Meadows |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
Dry, bare, gray skeletons remain in the alpine meadow; stand bowing down to the rocks to become the soil, the womb of sweet-scented new life. Their last moan can be heard in a warm gust of wind rising from a sun-sparkled river entrenched in jade-green walls far below this wind-swept crest. Protected by a rugged rocky ridge green trees stand at the edge starkly contrasting the blue/white sky. I feel their roots reaching for blessed waters from streams gently moving deep within the living rock. Sparkling dew on wild flowers reflects a million coloured suns and beyond this pleasant canvas bare rocky peaks thrust upward marking the visible horizon. Softly, a gentle breeze speaks to my jealous soul, my hungry heart. My tired mind pauses in awe at revelations of beauty, of serenity awakening my natural senses: Finally, here, I can let go the gray skeletons of a past that’s gone and release myself to bliss; finally I feel I’ve found my own door to paradise! |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Beautiful landscapes WW...enjoyed your images. TD |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
Exquisite WindWalker. I was there. |
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