I have always found reflections in rivers fascinating. Favorite walks alongside the River Itchen; sun shining, glistening water, faint scent of natural elements, sights, sounds of Nature. From gazing upwards, gradually lowering and resting my eyes on the river surface.
A distinct contrast to the magnificence of treetops reaching for the sky through clouds and ultimately blue skies, reflections in rivers present another dimension; almost a fourth dimension.
Regenerating standard interpretations for a world perceived deep as the Universe itself. Infinity. But infinity through and beyond a river. As ‘deep’ as an imaginary Universe?
Look closely at the photo, allowing the spirit of imagination to free itself. Transport yourself to the River Itchen and witness depths of fantasy.
In parallel with this photographic image of reality, allow fantasy and freedom of imagination inviting visual senses to create a world beyond normal perception. Forget the surface; gaze down towards the depths of clear water. Depth of time itself.
Fluffy white clouds against a blue sky and beyond, even further down, outer space; Planet Earth. Patterns of land, and oceans as if viewed from an airliner.
Looking ‘down’ from above the clouds, blue sky permitting a clear view, the heart takes over, rigidity of standard perception left behind,
Imagination reverses normality as we look down through the clouds at a globe.
Should we not be looking up at the sky and clouds?
A maze of perception and deception’; there ends the dream-like state in which we have flown. Cloud-9?
Down to earth.
During my childhood, my parents would take us out for a walk every weekend – and in spring even on weekday evenings just to see the wildflowers.
Your photo sent me right back to some of those walks, Simon. Where we lived, the water bodies were fjords, with too much going on for any mirroring effects, but in the fall we went to other parts of our tiny country where the amazing colors were mirrored in the lakes. Our parents wanted us to get to know “our own back yard” before we might aspire to seeing the rest of the world. (Denmark is roughly 4hrs by 4 hrs driving these days.)
I am so pleased that the photo in the river transported you to the fjords. A tiny country often possesses all the color and magic of a vast continent. Thank you, Charlotte. Lovely weekend to you.
Beautiful thoughts. Yes, reflections on the waters keep the imagination moving.
Dear Cynthia Ann,
I walked past their this morning. A total change in reflections, but not less inspiring. Thank you everso.
Changing reflections is no small spark of what inspires!