Once again you succeed in creating more dimensions than we ourselves can perceive, strange and exciting.
Thanks so much
Excellent, John!
Thanks Harrie👍
I heard about the flooding – my older brother lives in northern VT – and I wondered if you were in the CT/MA area then. This image is surprising – I’ve never seen a water lily underwater that I can remember. There’s such a sense of poetic mystery here. The leaves in the upper right corner are like a full moon, the water like a night sky. Reality questioned.
We saw a lot of overflowed banks along the Housatonic and a number of wiped-out dirt roads. Most of the rain came overnight. Your comment about this picture is especially meaningful, because it mirrors Marguerite’s observation to the word. There was something about that submerged bloom that put the flood in a different perspective. Lovely, and very strange…
Hope everything was ok in your brother’s neck of the woods.
Lovely and strange, exactly (of course Marguerite knows great minds think alike). 😉
My brother did fine because his place is on a hill. Roads to town were blocked and he was concerned about his church, which was badly flooded.
Our weather is fine – we feel oddly spoiled while the rest of the world suffers deeply from weather-related events. But who knows what’s around the corner?
JOHN TODARO 
Once again you succeed in creating more dimensions than we ourselves can perceive, strange and exciting.
Thanks so much
Excellent, John!
Thanks Harrie👍
I heard about the flooding – my older brother lives in northern VT – and I wondered if you were in the CT/MA area then. This image is surprising – I’ve never seen a water lily underwater that I can remember. There’s such a sense of poetic mystery here. The leaves in the upper right corner are like a full moon, the water like a night sky. Reality questioned.
We saw a lot of overflowed banks along the Housatonic and a number of wiped-out dirt roads. Most of the rain came overnight. Your comment about this picture is especially meaningful, because it mirrors Marguerite’s observation to the word. There was something about that submerged bloom that put the flood in a different perspective. Lovely, and very strange…
Hope everything was ok in your brother’s neck of the woods.
Lovely and strange, exactly (of course Marguerite knows great minds think alike). 😉
My brother did fine because his place is on a hill. Roads to town were blocked and he was concerned about his church, which was badly flooded.
Our weather is fine – we feel oddly spoiled while the rest of the world suffers deeply from weather-related events. But who knows what’s around the corner?