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The Goose Money Box, picture 1. Martha and her Dad walking to the lake to see the geese. From my new picture book.

'The Stream: four tales and a Reflection'. My new picture book: fifteen photographs, all processed in one way or another, accompanied by five short prose pieces, each 55 words long. Now available from Amazon, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1654173010.

'The Stream', picture 15. 'I shall write about the lake instead. I prefer its breadth and simplicity.' From my new picture book.

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The Stream, picture 13. 'What I think of as the stream is really only a section of the stream.' From my new picture book.

'The Stream', picture 12. 'Her husband, the sky, bends over her anxiously. Days ago he sent to the south for help, but nothing has happened, and now she is turning cold.' From my new picture book.

'The Stream', picture 11. 'Her silver lifeblood escapes unstaunched, a dolorous wound. She wrinkles her brow in pain.' From my new picture book.

'The Stream', picture 10. 'The lake sinks into herself, dragging the horizon round her like a damp shawl.' From my new picture book.

'The Stream', picture 9. 'The sky was interrogating an old lake, the stream's mother. "Where are you hiding her?" he demanded. But the lake, who had lost all her diamonds, only sighed.' From my new picture book.

'The Stream', picture 8. 'She was carrying silver brilliants and gold leaf, stolen from the sky.' From my new picture book.

'The Stream', picture 7. 'A clever little stream went running through the bushes and trees, laughing to herself.' From my new picture book.

'The Stream', picture 6. 'But the north wind fled to the sea. The queen kept waiting and waiting, until eventually her heart turned to mud.' From my new picture book.

'The Stream', picture 5. 'The stream's mother, an ancient brown queen, summoned the north wind. "Bring her back to me," she whispered.' From my new picture book.

'The Stream', picture 4. 'A little stream escaped weeping, her skin broken and bruised by hazel and birch sticks.' From my new picture book.

'The Stream', picture 3. '"Oh stream," said the sky, "will you keep my image in your heart?" But the little stream ran giggling into the bushes.' From my new picture book.

'The Stream', picture 2. 'The grey sky noticed her shining limbs. 'Oh stream,' he said, 'where are you from?' The little stream dimpled but said nothing.' From my new picture book.