I posted an image recently made on a small stream in Middlesex. This is a spot I’ve often visited and almost always find of interest. On that day there seemed to be nothing at all. In fact, honestly, I’d given up and only walked the last hundred yards just to walk it, resigned to finding nothing.
There are times, like this one, when I really have to get out of the way of the photograph that is waiting to be made! Of the fifty images I came away with, most are already deleted, but this, and a few others, are gems, testimony to letting go and simply seeing what is there—water, movement, reflections of both light and dark and that one gorgeous red leaf under the surface.