Impressionistic Water Reflections #1
Even though this looks like something abstract, it is really a photograph of the forest reflected in a creek in Hudson-Parcher Park, Rainier, Oregon. I love how the green foliage resembles impressionist brush strokes in the water surrounded by glints of golden sunlight in the dark water.
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August 5, 2008 at 6:36 pm
Tanya Goloborodko
Water is pure’
water is natural
water is healthy
water can help all.
Water is simple
water is frewater can help the lives
the lives of you and me…
August 5, 2008 at 6:43 pm
Tanya Goloborodko
Who am I?
my name is water
without me , crops die’
animals die, people die,
industrias die.
That’s me water
but what surprise me is
Do you people know
who am I?
I doubt,
You let your industrial waste
pollute me whenI
come in abundance to water
your crops you complain
But do you know
Who am I?
My name is water
I have come to save lives
not to destroy
That is me water…
August 5, 2008 at 7:06 pm
Tanya Goloborodko
There is unknown dust that is near us
Waves breaking on shores just over the hill
Trees full of birds that we have never seen
Nets drawn with dark fish
The evenings arrives , we look
up and it is there
It has come through the nets of the stars
Through the tissues of the grass
Walking quetly over the asylums
of the waters.
The day shall never end we think
We have hair that seemed bornfor the daylight
But at last the quiet waters
of the night will rise.
And our skin shall see far off
as it does under water..