box elder: The watermill at Guette-es-Lievres

Sunday, January 20, 2008

I went to the mill the day after the wild weather,

the mill-race raced but the wheel was still.

The air was filled with the noise of high water.

jzr said...: A gorgeous spot as well as photos!!; 7:39 pm
Zhoen said...: Time moves on, the river flows.; 8:22 pm
Mahima Shrestha said...: lucy!
these photographs are gorgeous!!; 8:57 pm
meggie said...: These photos are wonderful!; 11:06 pm
Fire Bird said...: so French, with the steep roofs. A lot of water thereabouts - we're having that here now!; 1:33 pm
Sheila said...: This is just beautiful!

I miss living in the country!; 7:18 pm
Lee said...: More than 'noise'! That's music!; 4:00 am
Avus said...: I know it's "thirty words" stuff - but, Lucy, those three lines are crying out for the fourth to make the quatrain!; 6:22 pm
Lucy said...: Thanks all. It is a pretty spot. The day before all the land around it was underwater, it was still squelchy and silted.
Lee - I wasn't sure about 'noise' but decided it was right, as it made me think rather of white noise.
Avus - no, thirty it is. I can't pare the existing lines back any more to fit another one in within the 30, so it will have to stay incomplete. That's rationing for you.

I am appreciating the editorial input with this experiment; people seem more inclined to get involved!; 9:02 pm
Granny J said...: Such a lovely countryside you have to enjoy, Lucy! Words are not necessary except perhaps as brief captions.; 11:42 pm
Bob's Blog said...: We'll see this in May and June.; 4:31 am