
© irene waters 2016
Dead wood lurks
Amongst the ripples
ruffling the peace and tranquility
A trifle blue
But I can see that brightness in the horizon.
In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge

© irene waters 2016
Dead wood lurks
Amongst the ripples
ruffling the peace and tranquility
A trifle blue
But I can see that brightness in the horizon.
In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge
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Nice work on the hue gradients. At first I thought the shrubbery was reflected but on second look, some of them are closer. The shaky mood of their line feels like an electric shock.
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Yes the trees give the area a stunned twisted look. They probably thrived during a prolonged drought and then when the rains refilled the lake the trees drowned and act as ghosts of the past.
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Ghost trees, this image is poetry.
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It definitely is. Thank you.
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Irene, I absolutely love your photo and the verse. Beautiful! Wish I’d taken it!
Where was it taken?
I took some photos of the Murray River a few years ago with skeleton trees sticking out of the water. I’m not sure whether that was natural processes or man but it really struck me at the time. I might not be a tree hugger but I do love them!
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This is Lake Menindee not that far from the Murray River ( in Australian distances anyway). I think they must grown during an extended drought (probably still with some ground water for them to thrive) and then drowned when the rains came again. I’m pretty sure it is natural and they add some ghostly quality to the scene. Glad you liked it.
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This is absolutely beautiful, Irene. The poetry is not bad either! 🙂
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Thank you Norah. The poetry mmm. I have given up trying to write poetry which rhymes but rather just put down what I think. Sometimes it works sometimes it doesn’t. I took part in a collaborative poetry writing workshop. The poem ‘At land’s edge’ was interesting. I am in Lands Edge 3 written with 7 other people. The result is printed http://www.textjournal.com.au/speciss/issue30/Various.pdf
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What an awesome poem, Irene. It doesn’t have to rhyme to be poetry!
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I know that is true but I feel it has to have a certain rhythm to it if it doesn’t but that is possibly because I know nothing about poetry at all.
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Stunning photo, Irene.
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Thanks Judy. Stunning place.
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Great photo and words😊
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Thanks Jules.
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Absolutely beautiful. Lake Menindee has some of the most amazing sunsets I’ve ever seen in Australia. And your words are beautiful too.
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Thanks Miriam. Yes I have a series of them and they are all hauntingly beautiful. We loved the area around Broken Hill in a way I’ve not felt since. We loved the desert and thought if we don’t leave now we never will.
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Yes, it’s a unique area that we fell in love with as well. There is something very special about the outback.
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Absolutely.
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Beautiful.
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Thanks Don.
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You’re welcome
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Branches look like lace against the sky, don’t they?
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My Grandma must be crocheting edges in heaven.
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Beautiful photo and verse. Such unexpected sights in nature bring about feelings of mystery.
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You would know this from Elmira Pond.
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This is so exactly who you are, Irene – always able to see the bright and wonderful no matter how bleak something might appear to another person.
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Thank you Sharon. I love your compliments — brightens my day without the gold of sunset.
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