Different ripples

Walking along the Muddy River on a day threatening rain, wind lifting leaves and stippling the water. It was a sweet day for a walk in spite of the gray. It’s called a river but to my eye, the Muddy River barely flowed, mostly it seemed to behave like a pond. (It wasn’t muddy either, come to think of it…) As a river, it was still susceptible to ripples. We encouraged them by throwing sticks and rocks, being careful to avoid the ducks.

Is this shot different in some significant way from the ones I’ve shown from Jamaica Pond? I’m not sure. In fact, I’m not sure if these continuing reveries on water and reflections are breaking any new ground. I feel a bit as though it’s time to move on to something new.

What do you think? Is there anything here that you haven’t seen before? Does it make a difference to you if there isn’t? Do let me know in the comments below.