A picture sometimes isn't worth a thousand words

Coming down the Aylesbury Arm today, there was a moment of pure joy in the view and landscape I was travelling through. Hedges on either side of the canal and towpath making a green cutting; the towpath itself green; the canal stretching straight ahead to a bridge framing a lock; going down hill so the landscape was opening out into the Vale of Aylesbury giving a very large, white cloud dotted sky; and the sun casting local shadows onto the vegatation. Pure heaven. So why no picture? I have not found a way to adequately represent the beauty of such a scene - the photographic process tends to flatten the view in two ways - the perspective of a lens causes the whole scene to be flattened, unless there is something in the foreground to give scale; my only option for something in the foreground is the length of my boat and that shot is interesting only once and I have a lot of such photos; also the landscape being so green gets flattened because all the colours are very similar when reproduced photographically, and there is inadequate differentiation between the different colours, and the planes they are in.

So I am left with description rather than a picture.