Sunday, June 01, 2014

Bewitched by the reflective watery patterns and the soft subtle mirror worlds of sandstone and honest warm canyon light. Pull me in to sit on the sandy edge and peer into the underworld of sunlit stones, lost twigs and curious creek life.

 Let a warm breeze rustle the leaves above and play with my hair.  Let the hours go by without a care to meander, navigate, wade and gaze under rocks.  

Let me see, let me feel, let me always know what's real. Let me never lose my sense of wonder.