Where The Water Flows

Wherethewaterflows

The mountain holds only what it needs, gives freely to the others beneath the trees. The elves they were watching, the swiss never set the clocks. Time stops in motion, the moment released in the shutter of an eye opening, to gathered in the light filled lens, everyday black and white transcendence, color is overrated.

Words and Image by: Josh Fleming

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