The turning point of return on a walk is a small foot bridge: from which this photograph was taken
I was mesmerised by the reflections of the clouds and the ripples on the surface of the river and watched for a good five minutes before reaching for my trusty camera.
This is a coloured photograph but has all shifted in colour; which I only noticed once at home out of the sun light.
To me it is an abstract. To me an abstract photograph or painting is at a point where you are not sure exactly what it is: it could be this or it could be that.
The view from my eye alone 