Unbearable beauty of lightness. Ghostly brushstrokes over frozen Lielupe at sunset.
You don’t need an LSD when water starts to play with sun and sky.
“Sometimes the lone walker feels that he is moving backwards in time, and sometimes that he stands at the threshold of a different world”
To spend a night on one of these, waiting for a bud to pop.
“And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea”
For a moment it seemed they will step into the water for a sunset swim, the trees.
Circles, lines, tiny pearls. When water meets water, a dance begins.
Essay on why I threw my iPhone in the river three years ago and why I would never do that today.
If I have to choose one favorite place, it is definitely by the water. The energy of a running water is full of life and does wonders with you.
“To The River: A Journey Beneath The Surface” is a story of the River Ouse and the layered history on its banks. It is a book on the mystery of water. “I’m haunted by waters,” flows the opening line. Virginia Woolf drowned in the River Ouse at age of 59.