What a wonderful snapshot moment you caught...I felt as if I was there! Oh, how I miss the singing white sun on this January day.
Very nice photo and imagery from your poem. I remember younger days, fishing with my sons.
I remember days like that as a child. When the line stopped, it usually meant I caught a rock. When I remember the moment and the line stops, so does time, and then I can dwell in the moment a while.
so reminiscent of my childhood! have tried going along the seashore and do that thing the kid is doing in the pic!beautiful rendition of the prompt!
I CAN smell the day, the wet wood, the smell of the shoreline. What happens next, we ask?!Thanks for this lovely piece and photoe--
The singing white sun is perfect bait for a delightful catch. Vivid!
Thanks for your comments!
What a wonderful snapshot moment you caught...I felt as if I was there! Oh, how I miss the singing white sun on this January day.
ReplyDeleteVery nice photo and imagery from your poem. I remember younger days, fishing with my sons.
ReplyDeleteI remember days like that as a child. When the line stopped, it usually meant I caught a rock. When I remember the moment and the line stops, so does time, and then I can dwell in the moment a while.
ReplyDeleteso reminiscent of my childhood! have tried going along the seashore and do that thing the kid is doing in the pic!
ReplyDeletebeautiful rendition of the prompt!
I CAN smell the day, the wet wood, the smell of the shoreline.
ReplyDeleteWhat happens next, we ask?!
Thanks for this lovely piece and photoe--
The singing white sun is perfect bait for a delightful catch. Vivid!
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