Herring Creek Looking West

I frequently walk or drive by this view and on this particular evening the sky and water seemed as one, the distant point of perspective a metaphor for hope, the eye being led to a conclusion you can’t see, but trust is there for you to find. Your eye moves along the gentle undulating shapes of the bank in the shadowy light, in contrast to the sky colors perfectly reflected in the waters of the Creek, seemingly flowing off into space.