#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
“Hope and the future for me are not in lawns and cultivated fields, not in towns and cities, but in the impervious and quaking swamps. ”
This is how the river is framed by a blossoming tree before rain.
And, this is how a fresh water brook holds a blossom afloat when it falls from a hardwood in bloom.
This is how, beside wetlands, a fern fiddles in grass.
And this is how bark in all colors of trees softens and crumbles in swamp.
All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2017 unless otherwise attributed