A reflection, broken, ever changing: We live here bound to the deep, layers upon layers,
sometimes muted, sometimes shimmering,
so real, so seemingly solid.
But reflection will not bear the weight.
Its wonder is what it mirrors—the real, the solid, the lasting.
Look up!
Apronhead 
You taek excellent reflection photographs, this is one or your best.
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It is one of my favorites. I have not been up to the reflecting pond all summer. With grands here and the tremendous heat, I have not made the trek, but I think it is time.
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