In the depths of winter, temperatures climbed above freezing for a day or two, and the little river on my hillside in the Lanark Highlands flowed freely for a few hours in the sharp unfiltered sunlight.The stream springs up from several hundred feet underground in the old granite of the Canadian Shield and only freezes as it nears the surface - a day or two of sunlight and "plus" temperatures, and it is free to sing again for a while. The water made a happy music, and one I have not heard in some time except in my dreams.
2 comments:
Oh so beautiful!
Last night I dreamed I moved to Canada . . .
A beautiful photo. The Canadian Shield is gorgeous terrain.
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