Reflections of a River
A study of one of my favourite spots along the river over a period of time, through the gaze of light and motion.
Early morning on the River Otter. The sense of place awakens.
The dawn light plays the trickster; the eye sees what is not there.
The clouds drift by, welcoming in the new day.
The will of darkness and light ever apparent. The light wins.
Under the surface, a hidden world, unseen by human eyes.
Nature fighting to break loose from the rivers watery hold.
The midday sun begins to stream through the water. Lighting up the river bed.
The water’s surface begins to reflect in the noon light. The energy builds.
Light and rapids meet. The current dancing wildly.
The water twists and writhes around. A measure of its boundless energy.
Afternoon light begins to fall over an alien world.
Creatures begin to emerge. Their forms suspended on the water’s surface.
As light begins to fade, it turns the water’s surface to glass.
The reflections of the world above grow ever stronger.
Evening draws in, the river once again sleeps. Its waters at peace.
Time for true reflection.