These pictures are evocative and have a quiet beauty and nothing to apologise for. I used to make photographs like this quite often. But no more!
I now see these scenes as stage-sets, beautiful but empty, and waiting for some punctum (action, motif, gizmo, gubbin, kicker, etc) to take full advantage of their promise; an elegant foreground detail, a rock on the intersection of thirds, floating leaves, anything to put a dot on the end of an incomplete exclamation mark. And I must confess to being so crass on occasion to throw a stone into the water and camera-catch the expanding rings of ripples to give the the viewer of the picture one more thing to think about.