As I am watching the water ripple by, several things cross my mind.
I am reminded of a recurring childhood dream where images slide by at a slowed-down-film-strip pace, a pace that seems to match this water.
Slow undercurrents and a slipping-by surface.
As I make small adjustments in the lens the surface shifts in and out of focus. I think of a very old book on my shelf that is covered in time-worn marbled paper, marbled somewhat like the reflections the trees are drawing on the water.
Where you focus changes everything.
It is always good to meet a kindred spirit.
© Karen McRae, 2012