Every time I go to the mountains I am somehow pulled towards these seemingly insignificant water streams. I could almost say that the sound of undisturbed nature is incomplete without that murmur of rushing waters.
Once in a while, it stares you in the face, the enormous strength and consequences of something apparently so small cannot be denied or ignored. Bit by bit, over what seems an eternity, water droplets have carved their way through impenetrable walls.
There’s nothing else to be done other than admire the force of repetitive transient, apparently insignificant moments.
Fleeting instants and unexpected people walk into our lives and leave it just as fast, like water streams… They occasionally leave indelible marks, the consequences of which we only notice much later. Once we do, we need to accept that nothing can ever be the same.
Beautiful post!
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Thank you. 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Lovely
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Thank you, Sue 🙂
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😊
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Reminds me of why I refuse to drive all the way to my brothers alone in the upper part of the upper peninsula in Michigan. There are some desolate stretches of highway through burned out forests and cut out rock formations that make my imagination go wild in a car getting a little to worse for wear. Great post!
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Definitely best to have somebody keeping you company… especially at night… 😉
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Precious photographs, and precious text.
No doubt: all is transient. Life is transient.
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So it is…
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