Tuesday, 25 June 2013

Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Swaying like the long grasses

Early morning walk. Stepping through grass touching my knees. Swishing of the long grass as a sound accompaniment.

 Rustling leaves above join in for the harmony.

 Swishing and rustling.

And for the evening walk, the grass still swaying in a golden light. Were they swaying all day?