Ice Dream Opus 1

Wandering alone on an icy shore, I found myself lost in dreams of the ice and what it held beneath its surface. Once living, now dead. Perhaps merely suspended in time, waiting for the next thaw. Outward ripples of a heart still beating or just imagination? An image that speaks of an untold story with layers of meaning, metaphor, and unspeakable emotion. Or was it just the hypothermia?

More photographs in this series to follow shortly. Stay tuned.

Best wishes, and please leave your thoughts.

     Bob

Hi! I'm a retired university professor,  an avid photographer, musician, orchid grower, and a pretty good fisherman.

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