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Belgie, Belgique, fotografie, Hautes-Fagnes, Heuvels, Hills, Hohes Fenn, landscape, photography, poetry, Snow, Winter, woods
A return to the country visited as a kid led to Hautes Fagnes / Hohes Fenn or the High Moors, in Belgium.
In the eastern, German-speaking part, close to Eupen, presence and memories mingled
Thursday February 27th, winter arrived, a rare guest this year
The snow creates silence, when it falls
Most sounds in the landscape are absorbed, and trees bear heavy white loads, branches bent
A shed is a hide-out for memories
And only when the snow is melting, returns the sound of water
Nearby, dripping from branches or roofs, at distance, the sound of the rivulet running down-hill
the stream soon retarded and widening into a bassin
Then leaving around the corner
Text and images (c) Drager Meurtant, February 2020
