What we miss is probably more interesting than what we see. Rather like trees falling in forests, it's hard to tell if it matters. It's been on my mind for the last few days. Listening to a choral performance on Tuesday, it struck me that the most beautiful voice is probably lost in a choir somewhere, which lead to a whole series of similar assertions: The most beautiful lily is in a field of flowers, a tree in a landscape, a pebble on a beach, an image in  a motion picture, an experience in a day, a life in a galaxy. You get the idea. Along the same lines this is a picture of reflections on water, Saint Edward's Park, lake Washington.