Although I try, I can't keep away from bodies of freshwater. Rivers, ponds, puddles -- they're all irresistible to me. Must be my Celtic genes (maybe that's also why I sometimes get the urge to throw my camera into the water). I admit it: the window images are water images by another means.
Here is the same river -- well, ornamental stream -- at the same place, in the same week. The 24th was a very cold day, and that graininess is a curious kind of "pre-ice" that sometimes forms on the water's surface. In both pictures, there is a hint of an oil slick which has come from further upstream.
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