Listening to the rustle of leaves, watching the reflections shift across the surface of the water, sometimes it feels like I’ve walked into a poem, as though the colors were words holding the full spectrum of possible description. Time stretches. I feel myself disappearing………. Enjoy.
Teri Malo Studio 
OUTSTANDING! Keep up the good work.
Thanks Max. Working on some more long ones from the pond/creek and looking for that special je ne sais qua!