Sunday, January 20, 2008

The watermill at Guette-es-Lievres

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.

12 comments:

Catalyst said...

Beautiful photos.

jzr said...

A gorgeous spot as well as photos!!

Zhoen said...

Time moves on, the river flows.

Mahima Shrestha said...

lucy!
these photographs are gorgeous!!

meggie said...

These photos are wonderful!

Fire Bird said...

so French, with the steep roofs. A lot of water thereabouts - we're having that here now!

Sheila said...

This is just beautiful!

I miss living in the country!

Lee said...

More than 'noise'! That's music!

Avus said...

I know it's "thirty words" stuff - but, Lucy, those three lines are crying out for the fourth to make the quatrain!

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!

Granny J said...

Such a lovely countryside you have to enjoy, Lucy! Words are not necessary except perhaps as brief captions.

Bob's Blog said...

We'll see this in May and June.