Not after today, anyway. And that means we have the end-of-the-month abstract to deal with, because it’s tradition now. Meaningless ritual. Completely idiotic superstition. You know the deal.
Definitely abstract this time, if not a bit hard to fathom, but this is the glitter trail of sunlight reflected from slightly choppy water, seen through the needles of a bald cypress (Taxodium distichum.) They were there, I had to do it, and I regret nothing! Nothing, I tell you!
Well, maybe it would have been a little better with a tilt to it. But beyond that, the regrets are nonexistent.
Okay, maybe a section of more geometric or even branches. But beyond those…
Though wait! We have another, only an hour and twenty-two minutes and five seconds later.
Easy to recognize this time, yet still abstracty enough, using what little color the sunset produced. Absolutely no regrets over this one.
Well…