Reflections in the stream

Unlike yesterday, my eyes and my camera lens were not directed skywards for today’s blip. In fact they were pointing in the opposite direction entirely as this is the reflection on the stream that flows through the wood where Bertie and I were walking. It wasn’t quite a perfect reflection as the little waterfall just upstream was creating a beautiful semicircular series of ripples. I tried hard to capture these but with little success.
This was a little piece of calm within a rather busy day, fighting against the passage of time from getting up until half way through the evening. Now I’m off to bed to read my book, a nail-biting crime novel.