Peregrine Emptiness, interrupted by a line of poetry. Share this:ShareTwitterFacebookEmailTumblrPrintLike Loading... Author: chrisbkm Chris Morrison was born on the north shore of Lake Superior and currently lives within moments of the Atlantic in Nova Scotia, Canada. View all posts by chrisbkm
The starkness of the tree and a bird in flight, emptiness drifts away if you open your eyes. LikeLike Reply
Dancing on Frozen Beaver Ponds 
That’s all it tales sometimes..
lovely words and photo
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Splendid!
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Ah, lovely, Chris. Pure poetry. Thank you…
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A perfect meshing of words and photography.
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The starkness of the tree and a bird in flight, emptiness drifts away if you open your eyes.
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