One of the things I do when I walk into the forest is to look for reflections. Like the reflection of the sky in this small slow moving stream . . . .
then a tiny frog hops across the viewfinder and spoils the view . . . or maybe not.
One of the things I do when I walk into the forest is to look for reflections. Like the reflection of the sky in this small slow moving stream . . . .
then a tiny frog hops across the viewfinder and spoils the view . . . or maybe not.
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