The Potomac, shot at the same time, and at the same place.
I call this digital photo:
"Potomac - 2."
Who art thou? Asked the guardian of the night
From crystal purity I come was my reply, and great my thirst Persephone
Yet heeding thou decree I take to flight and turn and turn again forever right
I spurn the pallid cypress tree and seek no refreshment at its sylvan spring
But hasten on towards the rustling river of Namozine wherein I drink to sweet satiety
And there, dipping my palms between the knots and loopings of its mazy stream
I see again as in a drowning swimmer's dream all the strange sights I ever saw
And even stranger sights no man has ever seen.