No Sound of Water

photographs by
KELLY DuMAR | Psychotherapist + Photographer

 These photos are from my year-round, daily walks in the Charles River woods, meadows, and streams, where I live. I try to follow Thoreau’s advice to “walk with my free senses,” and “with a true sauntering of the eye.” 

WHAT are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,

You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,

And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only

There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),

And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you

Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

from “The Waste Land”, by T.S. Eliot

Enjoy more of Kelly’s work on her blog, Writing Truth & Beauty.