This is a typical scene on one of our local rivers if you are adventurous enough to scramble over the roots and mud down to the edge of the water. Visually speaking, I was attracted to all of the contrasts of lights and darks and textures of rough bark and water. For some hard to define reason, I feel an affinity for this kind of landscape with its tangled randomness of mossy, muddy, thrusting trunks and branches hanging over the water. Its my land. Its familiar. Its beautiful.
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