Not Drowning But Waving

There is a famous poem by the British poet Stevie Smith called "Not Waving But Drowning", published in 1967, which gives the account of a drowned man whose distressed thrashing on the water had been mistaken for waving.
I have carried out some topiary (well that's probably overstating the case to a large degree) on our winter jasmine hedge and I think it now looks a bit like a wave and for some strange reason the title of this poem came into my head. I waited for the late evening sun to come around and then captured my shadow against the 'wave' of winter jasmine.
I was happy with the result hence the change in the title!