The quick current was a marvel to see. Hearing the laughter of children in the distance playing in the shallows..locals casting nets and lines for fishing. Rushing water has its own steady rhythm that you can get lost in. At least that is what I think at times. The open air does something to one’s senses that opens up mental doors and contemplate life and decisions that can change its course at any time.
13 Oct This entry was published on October 13, 2015 at 3:38 pm. It’s filed under Fine Arts, Travel and tagged Books, Childhood, Comfort, Contemplation, Country Side, Culture, Drive, Exercise, Explore, Fine Arts, Hiking, Inspiration, Life, Naked Eye, Nature, Open Air, Painting, Peace, Photography, Photos, Poetry, Rapids, Recreation, Rushing Water, Small Town Life, Southwest Texas, Swimming.