Walking on the wooden bridge along the 1.6 km long Vintgar gorge as the Radovna River meandered its way through the vertical rocks of the Hom and Boršt hills, 4 kms from Lake Bled in Slovenia, the poet in me was awakened. As I looked awe-struck at the myriad moods of the flowing mass of water, it seemed the metaphor was dancing in my head pushing me to verbalize.
The river begins like a hyperactive child
Perhaps with a trace of ADHD
Then flows with the furious, at times foolish pace of youth
Then with the calm and serenity that comes with age, sits placid like a lake
Until an impatience that comes with being here for too long
Hastens to its end
Giving as it dies a quiet death; its last drop for our sustenance.
Enjoy the series of pics that tries to capture these stages …