Nothing quite glows like nature. The sun-kissed water, the leaves, a flower blooming. Manmade objects have their own special glow as well but nothing quite compares to nature. Here is my entry for this week.
A breezy Sunday
The lone fisherman sits and waits
It may be a hobby, a means of escape, a chance to bond with nature
He prepares his line and casts it out not knowing what will bite
An exercise in patience, he is waiting for his first catch
when will it be?
Hopefully not all night.
Written By Tachira Wiltshire