From this afternoon’s walk across the Schmutter wet meadows. The snow has gone and it feels like Spring…

From this afternoon’s walk across the Schmutter wet meadows. The snow has gone and it feels like Spring…
water meadows
a frog I don’t know
answers my croak
that age-long allure
of reflections…
Narcissus
Evening stroll
Ottmarshausen looking towards Alt Neusaess.
Trying to catch-up with #The100DayProject! Only a week to go… 77/100 #The100DayProject #100daysnewthings
meadow walk—
where shadows cross
the stream
30/100 #The100DayProject #100daysnewthings
From my walk through the Schmutter meadows in Neusaess.
catching
the last rays. . .
buttercups
From my walk along the Schmutter
Photo of bridge over the Schmutter, Neusaess
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that look on her face . . .
a feather stuck
to the egg
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Prompt: question
server problems…
the meadow’s hot and wild
colours
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: heat up
Photo: walking by the Schmutter in Fischach, Schwabia.
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: time (Jessica Tremblay)
47/100 Days of Summer
Free Haiga
Image manipulation: photograph of the Schmutter marsh, near Neusaess, Germany. The path just visible borders Via Julia, the old Roman Road now used as a long-distance cycle path.
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happy tidings
arriving at the Black Sea
leaf from the Schmutter
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: water
In November last year, I moved to a place near the river Schmutter, in the Greater Augsburg area. Some of you may remember my posts, and pictures, on ‘Leaving Ammersee’ from last year. Given the spectacular Ammersee lake and those sunsets – those sunsets! – it was difficult to imagine then how I would take to my new surroundings. Indeed, it has taken time for me to settle – still many unpacked boxes in the cellar! – but at least I have started going out for walks in the vicinity.
Almost next door, there are the Schmutter meadows: a nature reserve marshland by the river Schmutter (a tributary to the Danube), which is flooded several times each year. The soil is enriched by the flooding, and meadows become home to numerous rare plants, birds, and other animals.
And here, in the local marshland, its grassy paths, sludgy mud, numerous water channels, sluices, and flooded pools, the river itself twisting and turning, I have found beauty, again! This is a beauty I can neither own nor grasp in one go, i.e., in one picture, in one season, or one year. It is a beauty that develops, changes; a fragile, weather-beaten, marshland eco-system that I can only experience piecemeal on my walks through it.
If you have the time, take a look at this picture and haiku, imagine walking by the Schmutter. I will be posting more pictures from this area and writing haiku responding to my walks in the future. Am I trying to make this area ‘mine?’ Perhaps I am! You can come along for the experience.
Better still, choose an area near your own home, observe it, write about or take pictures of it, and turn it into your ‘most beautiful thing.’
This post is written in response to Fiona Robyn’s call for writers to write (and blog) about what they consider to be their most beautiful thing: a ‘blogsplash’ . In the context of her launching her new novel ‘The Most beautiful Thing,’ Fiona is making the novel available for free on the 24th and 25th of April 2012. Visit her blog for details here
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marshland storks –
this year too paths emerge
along the Schmutter
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: local season