Ripples on Wood

The day after Thanksgiving I went for a walk along a creek in Franklin Township, NJ.  I wandered in front and behind my family, taking pictures of the deep fall colors and the multitude of fallen leaves. Somehow, a number of trees retained their leaves.  I suppose they had yet to be hit by a winter storm.

The afternoon light coupled with a gorgeous dark blue sky, untouched by clouds, and the already warm tones of late fall.  Though I took many photos of people and trees, and the details of decay and later regeneration, this reflection stuck out to me.  Possibly for its depth of tone and contrast, or maybe because I always like pictures of trees reflected in ponds, rivers and lakes.  I flipped it on its head and this is what I got.