after the storm
More by Sayornis p.
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lessons of the forest
I wander through the woods. The day is cool and dry, with a wind blowing that smells of wood and fallen leaves. The bracken has begun to brown, though the Joe pye weed and goldenrod still stand strong.
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an encounter
Fear is such a funny thing, which looks at you with no humor in its gaze
and never blinks wide eyes, and is thin and crippled and seething, and has tears glinting off its cheeks, and is
small and alone -
Comments
This is SO gorgeous. I love the colors and the reflection of the sky in the puddles!
thank you so much, means a lot :D
I've never seen mudpuddles reflect with such brilliance of color! The blurred, curved shapes they make, like little lakes or islands seen from a plane, are beautiful.
that’s a super interesting perspective- i love it, thank you!
I can’t get over how cool this is!
:DD thank you!
This is so cool! I mean like what? This is insane.
ikr? It’s was super cool in person too, tysm!!
ikr? it was super cool in person too, tysm!!
Your welcome!
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