The Migration of Melt the brook breaks free and runs for the river longing to unite with the sea Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
I love your work and see it every day. Today you brought me back to my New England roots with the simple word “brook.” It’s a regionalism that is rarely used elsewhere in the country. Thank you! LikeLike Reply
Thank you so much for your kind words. Arnold, which is a fairly unusual name, is also my brother’s name. 🙂 LikeLike Reply
Awesome shot! 🙂
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Oh to have the opportunity to experience this in real life!
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Looks like Spring is headed your way!
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Teetering between Winter and Spring…hold your breath…
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Good picture and apt haiku
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Great shot.
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Reblogged this on aumrak madhu.
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I love your work and see it every day. Today you brought me back to my New England roots with the simple word “brook.” It’s a regionalism that is rarely used elsewhere in the country. Thank you!
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Thank you so much for your kind words.
Arnold, which is a fairly unusual name, is also my brother’s name.
🙂
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I think this is one of my favorites! Love you title!
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The white looks so clean next to the moving water
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Beautiful.
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Lovely!
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There’s a lot of hope in this “observation”!
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Love the idea of meltwater migrating .
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Yes!! 🙂
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“runs fro the river”…I hear the water rushing…
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Reblogged this on Voices and Visions.
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….and mud
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Very beautiful photo shot!
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Very creative, love the title!
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Perfect union of photo & poetry–just beautiful!
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So pretty and so lucky to capture this shot before the snow melts
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Reblogged this on WORD DROPLETS.
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