river shadows

a river is never silent. even its

deepest pools thrive with dark

or dreamy utterances. they shelter

more than we can say we know

 

from the poem 'listening to the river' by Brian Turner.

 

 

this is the Taieri river, now my local, just beyond the hills...

it reminds me of the river I grew up beside,

the river that brought me up.

but this river has it's own voice, spirits and songs...

and as soon as I arrive

I feel them flow into me

and then, without words or sound

I too am singing...

 

I was recently here again and decided to post a few images of the Taieri.... starting with some older images.

This one reworked from a previous post,

one of my favourite images from way back :-)

www.flickr.com/photos/birdcloud1/10359518285/in/album-721...

 

 

forgive me for deleting group comment codes...

they're not my thing.. tho I do appreciate the visit!

 

 

Done