Give me silence, water, hope
I like silence and I like water. In truth, I am really not quite happy living away from water. I love the sea, rivers, lakes, even puddles. I like rain. Not all the time but I love the soaking showers that spring gives us, sudden fat wet summer rain, misty autumn rain, freezing winter rain and the chance, that teeny chance that you might see the perfect rainbow. I have many rivers and volcanic lakes to choose from close to home and I have tried and tried with my myopic point and shoot camera technique to learn to photograph it. I therefore present to you, quite proudly, my first good picture of moving water. Movement assigned by the weekly photo challenge is represented beautifully by many other entries here.
PS: The line pinched for the title is Pablo Neruda in ‘The Heights of Macho Picchu’ in which he painfully eloquently cries for the men who went before him, the ordinary men of the past and in so doing brings their voices, their lives before us to honour and respect as we ever should but so seldom do. Today, I think of those in Nepal, their lives ravaged, ruined through no fault, no deed, no action of their own and wonder how long before we all move on and forget them again. I urge you to remember and to give whatever you can to give them hope.