With her artist’s eye, Kim has
captured a moment in time when water, on its way o’er rocks worn flat by swirling liquid whorls gone by,
formed bubbles from their tumbles, tumbling, as caught wood offers no obstacle for their hurried paths.
Oh~a lush green fern on the near side, dry leaves caught on the other, constrict the water’s freedom as the roads do, at the running of the bulls at Pamplona.
Restricted water’s intensity gains power to spill & fall as water will. It becomes a froth of Queen Anne’s lace, a float of white, converging, still.
Stop. Lean down to look be-
neath the floating frothing lace. It’s in the deeper water’s cool teal blue-green shade that a tadpole’s found a tranquil sanctuary.
A long, sleek salamander, dots of red, like portholes along his sides: he’ll remember this private spot, his burrow on a brisk fall afternoon.
A tiny fish pauses in the still. . . until myriads of aerated bubbles link, join, and gather, swirling their narrow, wet way out of the artist’s frame, on a day Kim captured tranquility on a walk in a southern Ohio wood.