Wow. It's to that point where I don't know what to say that's different. This is absolutely gorgeous, Margaret. The wheat-like weeds beginning the frame, that water with the strange line of birds who look like egret, the horizon trees echoing the mid-range ones and carrying us off the page with a bridge, the almost San Franciscan air quality reminiscent of fog rising, it's just stunning. Great job. (And something I rarely do, I'm going to vote for it!)
