Reflection...

One of those days that seems to have got away...

As I was feeling a lot better I took the dogs along the river this morning. It's amazing how its character changes from day to day - this morning the sunlight was dazzling and its air of mystery and enchantment had disappeared. But I did get a good view of one of its occupants, who's reflection is in this image. I suspect you can guess who it was....just a shame I didn't have the 300mm lens with me!

And as I haven't got much time to write, I've found an apt poem, written by William Henry Davies

It was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her lovely hues;
And, as her mother's name was Tears,
So runs it in my blood to choose
For haunts the lonely pools, and keep
In company with trees that weep.
Go you and, with such glorious hues,
Live with proud peacocks in green parks;
On lawns as smooth as shining glass,
Let every feather show its marks;
Get thee on boughs and clap thy wings
Before the windows of proud kings.
Nay, lovely Bird, thou art not vain;
Thou hast no proud, ambitious mind;
I also love a quiet place
That's green, away from all mankind;
A lonely pool, and let a tree
Sigh with her bosom over me.