“Rippling through thy branches goes the sunshine, Among thy leaves that palpitate forever, And in thee, a pining nymph had prisoned The soul, once of some tremulous inland river” ~ James Russell Lowell
I was all set up for this shot when a man appeared on the bank over to my left. Luckily I had not taken my clothes off at that point. I waited and waited and then he sat down and so I sighed, gathered my tripod and wadded back to the edge. Of course then he engaged me in conversation about my camera and taking pictures, it is interesting that as a general rule men assume they know more than me about photography and that I want their ‘advice’. I smiled and let him talk and started to pack my stuff away. Maybe it was my lack of interaction but he eventually gave up talking and left. If only the bugs had joined him
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