
“We are in the forest on the way to the deep stream beside the alder copse. There a plover calls in the deep woodsy stillness, and then a pair of martins dart across the overgrown path. Through the trees, I can see the thick and fast-moving line of flowing water, a steep bank beneath my feet, and the purple loosestrife and meadowsweet of spring.”
— from the novel SINFUL FOLK
PHOTO: Back to the forest by just.like.that. on Flickr.
Published on September 26, 2013 11:01