12 hours of downpour and the stream’s a torrent, water clear from running off frozen ground. Small clouds rise like spirits from the snow.


  1. Your stream is such a mystery to me. To my recollection, I’ve never *seen* it clearly in any of your pictures or poems. Seems like by now I would know its every root-wad.

  2. Really? Well, I’ll try to post some photos to my main blog, then.

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