More canal reflections

This was more or less an accident. I went to the canal bank because a fish had just blown a big bubble. Then I noticed the interesting reflection. After that I found a seat to do some scribbling. I'm writing either a very short book, or a very long essay about the album Forever Changes by Love. Why? Why do people climb mountains? Because somebody has to do it, and I found the only book written about this fantastic record to wanting. I'm not doing it to be published. My daughter, also a fan, has pledged to read it, and that's enough for me. Extra more canal side bluebells.