As we approached this pond, I could see the rhododendron blooms reflected in the water but couldn't see the actual blooms through the trees that bordered the pond. They were still beautiful, however, reflected as they were in the water, alongside the sky and other elements of God's handiwork. Sometimes reflections and shadows are all we have to go on. Sometimes our reflection and our shadow are the things that make an impression, the things that remain. Do those convey enough to still be considered beautiful? Are there hints in them of the beauty of God?