The Flow.

Brittany/July 2020

 Been in the river.

Swimming.

Huck’s log, rope swing.

Splash!

Fish, dragonflies and damsel flies.

Darting.

Frogs, laughing?

A heron.

Kingfishers.

Fishing.

Butterflies.

The purple flowers, the fallen tree.

Distant castle.

The fallen tree, the outstanding one that levitates.

And the tree that touches.

The truncated trunks and the reeds that feed.

The first of three and the last of three.

The second that hides a fourth.

And back.

Some call this wild.

I see it as a privilege.