When taking photographs, I worry that I'm not experiencing a moment because I'm so focused on snapping it. Then later, when I get home and look at the pictures, a great image sometimes surfaces, both on the screen and I know it's what I saw.
That's what happened with this photograph.
I took about fifteen snaps of the stream and the snow and the reflections, each from a slightly different spot. When I snapped this one, the water shimmered like marbleized paper. I'm pleased that's what the camera saw, too.
As a girl, I was fascinated by the creek at home. As an adult, I am still fascinated. I could take photographs of streams like this one all day long. I'd be happy, both in the taking and the looking later.