All I Do These Days Is Reflect, Or So It Would Seem (upon reflection)

I was driving down Route 695 into the Washademoak Valley, as I have done 3214 times before, when I was captivated by the glowing sight before my eyes. I'm so used to see the autumn colours when looking from my property outward, but this time I was looking from the outside inward in the late afternoon light. Just as I was about to cross the bridge i spied (with my little i) a scene of beauty, and luckily I had my camera with me.

I pulled down onto our lovely newly wharf, parked the car and got vertical. Click.

Click. Click click.

I took a few images. Who, with a digital camera, ever takes just one picture anymore? Pas moi.