Hells Gate State Park, Lewiston, ID. Looking at this image reminds me of something I read about Ansel Adams once. Apparently old AA was not shy about moving twigs and small branches, making minor adjustments to improve the composition. Even pulling up a sapling, if I recall the story correctly. Meanwhile, I tend to “shoot it as it lays”, a habit I need to break. Why do I bring it up?? That silly weed in the immediate foreground is bugging the heck out of me. Sigh.