That mysterious zone, where water and earth meet. A soft, spongy mire, friend to frogs, turtles and marsh grass. The place where ducks and geese ease their way onto hard ground. Where deer come down to drink early in the morning and raccoons come, by the light of the moon, to wash and search for crawly things to eat. Where trees hang their branches far out over the water and drop leaf eating worms (as an act of defiance?) to the waiting fish below. That place of transition and no little mystery; down at the water’s edge.
Pentax K5IIs with 55-300 zoom, processed with Snapseed on my iPad Air.