Spring isn't quite here yet. There are icy puddles on the concrete, brittle branches trembling when birds flutter past, off-white leaves of feathery bristlegrass billowing in the wind, the sting on the tip of my nose.
I've been taking walks along my beloved Yangjaecheon lately. I wanted to share my pictures with you. Some are blurry, some are grainy. I hope they capture the still serenity that I love about the stream - the gem that can only be observed in late winter mornings.
I've been taking walks along my beloved Yangjaecheon lately. I wanted to share my pictures with you. Some are blurry, some are grainy. I hope they capture the still serenity that I love about the stream - the gem that can only be observed in late winter mornings.
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| The familiar scene seen from afar |
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| Reflected across the small ripples |
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| Mallard ducks - shades of dusty brown, cream, sepia, dark velvet green, and a hint of sandy yellow |
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| Can you guess? Is the sun setting or rising? |
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| Like ice cracking across the surface |
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| Silhouetted against the skies |
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