Close Bosom-Friend Of The Maturing Sun

I didn't get out with the camera until early evening as I have been ministering unto musicians. It was dull and mild when I left. I wandered around Amwell Nature Reserve looking for something to tog. There wasn't a breath of wind. Smoke was rising from the narrowboats in vertical plumes and they were reflected undistorted in the glassy canal.

As I walked back to the car, mist settling in the hollows, the sun was setting. Not my best pic of the day but so Keats' Autumn. :)