What could I ever say (or write) here that would add anything to this scene or even get a start on describing it? The reeds, the water, the reflection, the trees turning red and gold across the pond. Together, balanced, exquisite and rather poignant.
No words are needed from this old hen at all. She can just stand here and hold the camera, get out of its way and let the lens linger with loving eyes on the elements of this quiet day. Chilly out here, but she doesn't mind a bit.
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