#writephoto: Listening to the ripples

For Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. Still water holds memories, of love and loss, death and growing, peace and tumult. A cloud mirror sometimes, speckled with bird wings, and sometimes a raging, silent fire with the trampling boots of soldiers, flame-haired and steel-coated. Sometimes. I can sit on the bank of any lake, toss … Continue reading #writephoto: Listening to the ripples