At this time of the year, the creek sometimes seems to barely be moving. It borders our property and makes for wonderful reflections like the first one below where you can hardly tell what is real and what is reflected. The creek illustrates the feeling of late summer like nothing else.
One afternoon I sat on its banks right below the house, not exactly where the above photos were taken, and painted what I felt. I let the colors and shapes just happen. The foxglove I added were in actuality nearly finished blooming but that's the nice thing about a painting versus a photo, I can add what I please.