Transformation

It was very hard to concentrate at work today. By the time I left, my brain was full of claggy knots and badly in need of open space, sky, a horizon beyond reach and, for some reason, pylons.

There are vast families of pylons in the fields beyond the railway bridge, so I headed off towards the railway and the evening sun. Suddenly, looking down from the railway bridge, I saw a usually murky piece of water transformed. I had to stare for some time to believe it. I don't suppose I shall ever see it like this again, so I offer it to you.

I did also take dozens of picture of pylons, including this one dedicated to Schuh.