Reflections in puddles are always interesting, in this case the addition of the first fallen leaves of Autumn make for a richer version of the London skyline. I wish I hadn’t placed the lamp-post right bang in the centre but I don’t want to crop the tree at the left because I like the feeling of being within a dark space looking out to the bright scene across the water. Its only now that I realise that the Thames itself isn’t visible but if I had taken the shot from standing instead of crouching in order to see the water, I wouldn’t have captured the reflection.
Tag: reflective surfaces
The Daily Express Building
During the London Open House weekend, I visited the Daily Express building in Fleet Street, to see the extraordinary opulent Art Deco foyer. I took a lot of photos but the best ones were these two from outside, the reflection in the black glass portico ceiling and the red lettering with the reversed view of the opposite side of the street.
Evening Light
On the north side of the Thames estuary near Pitsea, Essex, the mud banks, marshy grassland and still water at low tide made for a magical scene of light playing on the water, deepening shadows as the light faded and the promise of the sounds of sea birds calling – a quiet place of reverie – an example of the south Essex landscape that my brother loved so much.
A difficult subject, looking across water and expanses of wet reflective mud towards the setting sun – I only had a phone camera but did some tweaking in Camera Raw afterwards. Unfortunately it is slightly out of focus but it has captured a moment and much of the detail of the scene, the paraphernalia of the crane, the wire fencing, the jetty, life buoys and all the complicated outlines of the boats. A tripod and a digital SLR would have made a better image and I should have included the top of the crane but I did successfully capture a moment in remembrance of my dear lost brother.
Reflections in Llyn Cynwch near Dolgellau, Wales
The Dune House at Dawn
I’m not sure exactly what time dawn happened but somewhere between 4:15 and 5am the light was enticing enough to get me out of bed. The door to the bathroom was made of glass sand-blasted on the inside so that it becomes almost opaque and the outer surface throws a milky cast over everything it reflects, the window-seat cushions with the blind half down, the curved lip of the bath and the oak floorboards. At first look it is confusing until you see the round steel recessed handle of the sliding door and see that it is a reflection.
Looking out through the windows toward the sea, this image is enriched by the floating reflection of all the other windows behind me in this house made of windows. The reflections all soft and pale contrasting with the bright sharpness of every single fence post and blade of grass in the early morning sunlight.
Sally Wakelin - Studies in Creativity 
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