Photo: Adi RozenZvi
And the waters
Rushed
Over slicked rocks
Into ravines.
Deafening the song
Of birds,
And burbling of
Fish,
Into thunder
Mist
As the bamboo
Creaked.
For Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: Flowing water
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Now those rapids are definitely flowing. 😀
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Yep. They sure did! We got sprayed. We got wet. 😉
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Most evocative!
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Thank you!
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That creaking bamboo at the end would make me want to stay far from the edge.
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LOL! Yeah, I hear ya. It was a tad disconcerting but after you see ten stories high scaffolding of rickety bamboo holding up workers and supplies you get a better appreciation for the strength of this particular plant … Bamboo truly is amazing. Almost everything along the jungle path was built from it – bridges, hand holds, railings, decks, fences, foot holds. Replacement materials grow right at hand …
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Stunningly beautiful image – wonderful… 🙂
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Lost in Azure
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Thank you, Rob! 🙂
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Oooh, atmosphere! Loved it.
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🙂 Thank you! It sure was!
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i like all of the senses being pulled into the experience. the water looks so clean!
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🙂 Thank you! Yes, the water WAS very clean (can’t say there wouldn’t be parasites or some such in it–the water in Thailand isn’t safe to drink untreated, though perhaps it is in the mountain jungles–we didn’t try … — but it WAS very clean as far as being free from pollutants, and gushing down the mountain in awesome cascades. 🙂
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You are welcome. As pretty as the picture of the water was, being right there with it must have been so enjoyable.
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It was!
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The river’s voice is such a strong one… it’s one of the places I can stay just listening.
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Me too! 🙂 We stayed awhile and I would’ve been happy to stay longer still. Was fantastic.
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Loved the noise . You had me hearing the river. Then the up close creak.
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Yay! Thanks for the comment and I’m glad the atmosphere got through.
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I agree with the others who commented the noise, we feel the roar of the waters, good use of onomatopoeia with rushed and burbling, and the use of deafening and thunder draw the ear further in, well done!
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Thank you, Lona! 🙂 What a great comment! It sure was a full on sensory experience, and I’m glad some of it managed to get transmitted in the poem.
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Nice words to accompany your image 🙂
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Thank you!
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