…from grey to gold along Lambeth Reach.
Reflections ever changing, colours mutating… As wash waves from passing boats die down, river traffic slows, or flurries of wind ruffle the surface, the world beyond loses for a moment any meaning and watchers are immersed in dreams…
… following meanders in grey, winding into the distance…
…chancing upon brittle cold ripples sweeping to shore or…
…silky, undulating shades of voluptuous cold grey…
…leading to shrivels of brown and a hint of blue.
Deceptively soft, stealing azure from the sky…
…transformation begins…
…as captured colours are diffused on the surface…
…and intensified by the magical night-time mutations of illuminated bridges.
The river plays with royal purple from Lambeth Bridge, jostling and sparkling…
…or folding it into waves as it fades downstream.
Creatures of the air floating on a gleaming river…
…as waves break, then calm…
…leaving wind etchings on a golden Thames.