this ditch, between a fancy neighbourhood and a piece of land with allotment gardens, seems to be brought back to a swampish state, similar to what apparently covered most of the country before the water was pumped out and the land cultivated.
Aside from the clear idea that nature finds a way, and bides her time... waiting in the margins like this for a chance to reclaim what is rightfully hers, I love the reflection and the colors. But returning to the theme of nature waiting in the margins, note that in the reflection all hints of man are gone. I like it. Nature Waiting.