Christmas Day was bright, cold and clear. We walked to Berkhamsted and back, along the canal, as the sun rose. The canal was so still that the reflections were perfect. I love this photograph and find myself mesmerised by the reflection, the more I look at it. At first it’s just a bridge and the colours seem muted and dull. But if I hold my gaze for a few moments longer, I start to appreciate the pale golds and the murky greens; the intersecting geometric lines and shapes.
Here are a few more I took over the Christmas period. Mornings by the canal are magical – if only I could get out of bed more to appreciate them!
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Serenely beautiful photos