Saturday, 23 August 2014

Oily Reflections


Attempting to cross the entrance to the Marina my progress was halted by a siren sounding like an alarm clock on steroids, a flashing red light and the little gate across the bridge slowly closing. Hmm, the lock gates were being opened so I'd have to use the other bridge. Still, not before a shot of the oily film on the lock water and another of the open gates showing just how narrow they are. Big enough, no doubt, for  shipping in 1809 and for pleasure craft now but bigger docks had to be built down river to take modern cargo ships.


Weekend Reflections are here.

3 comments:

  1. The locks remind me of what we find on our canal.

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  2. like a rainbow on water....pretty.

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  3. The reflection is beautiful, but it is so sad because of the pollution... T_T

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