Reflecting in a watery mirror

2010.12.09

Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart's heat,
Reflecting in a watery mirror
A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon.
And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier,
Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire
In the dark time of the year. Between melting and freezing
The soul's sap quivers. There is no earth smell
Or smell of living thing. This is the spring time
But not in time's covenant. Now the hedgerow
Is blanched for an hour with transitory blossom
Of snow, a bloom more sudden
Than that of summer, neither budding nor fading,
Not in the scheme of generation.
Where is the summer, the unimaginable
Zero summer?

T. S. Eliot

Nice post.

joycephotography · 2010-12-09: 09:51

....fantastic pictures, my friend !!
first one is my fav.

borogovoi · 2010-12-09: 11:21

Belgium?? ;-)

Ryana · 2010-12-09: 11:56

Fantastic set!!!!

SunFlower1990 · 2010-12-09: 14:26

i really love the reflections!:)

onlyricky · 2010-12-10: 20:55

Super set! The first is really appealing, very lovely, very creative!!!

lookagain · 2010-12-10: 21:24

Very lovely reflections in the first shot.
And the name of that boat ... hmmm ... Zeebrugge, right? ;-)

Ryana · 2010-12-11: 02:40

Very beautiful reflections, very well done!!!

agandia · 2010-12-11: 05:39

The images in two and three look like abstact paintings. Number one with the swirling water reflections is mesmerizing. Excellent set! Very nicely done!

ArtBee · 2010-12-11: 08:30