Avon Mud

As always, when I go back to look at photographs from even the quite recent past, a relatively fresh eye can see things I thought worthy of notice at the time, but failed to re-see when looking at them shortly thereafter. In this case, my file for August includes a number of shots of Bristol's Avon Gorge at low tide, made on a lengthy walk along the Portway, which I had mainly ignored in favour of some new river- and roadside finds. I suppose, when you see it fairly often, the mud of the Gorge does seem over-familiar, a bit of an easy win, with its photogenic sheen, ripples, and rivulets. Well, I'm all for easy wins.