Light and Reflections

Somewhat unusually, we found ourselves downtown by the bridge on Saturday evening. Sue was looking for an upriver photo, but what we found was incredible colour along with reflections in the placid river right by the bridge, all brought about by the light of a nearly setting sun.

Downhill is actually a dull beige and not this vibrant colour, but it was, indeed, orange in the sunset light of that night, and the reflections were also terrific.

The old Bolton Brown Mill, now condos, were also reflecting well, just a little to the left of townhall. 

Then, I concentrated on photographing  just reflections. Later, on the computer  I inverted them. I think seeing townhall this way is pretty darn cool. I have tried to do this inversion with other reflections in the past, but this one and the next, worked really well, or so I think.

Just, or mainly just, the reflected spire and flag look impressionistic to me.

Away from the water and reflections, the low sun lit up the steeple  quite wonderfully as we saw the spire peeking above the trees from where we stood on the bridge.

They say that photography is all about the light, and, quite unexpectedly, we stumbled upon it on Saturday evening.