Reflections

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!