Like a babbling brook, the wind through the lingering leafs of a solitary Silver Birch sang a mesmerising song as I approached across open heath. Pausing on a grassy knoll beside the Birch the leaf song becomes hypnotic, carrying you through flowing sound-scapes of tone as they whisper their secrets.Friday, 18 November 2011
Leaf
Like a babbling brook, the wind through the lingering leafs of a solitary Silver Birch sang a mesmerising song as I approached across open heath. Pausing on a grassy knoll beside the Birch the leaf song becomes hypnotic, carrying you through flowing sound-scapes of tone as they whisper their secrets.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment