Beaumont Quay

This is a lovely sunset photo, with a pale pink sky softly reflecting in murky waters. But it is so much more than that. It is a photo that truly embodies the concept of "transition", a moment in time when a place is neither one thing or another, a moment of incomplete change. The silhouettes of the trees betray their nearly naked limbs, so the scene is neither full winter nor full summer. The rotten old wood submerged in the water gives the impression that humans once dominated this space, but it has not yet fully returned to the bosom of nature. The sky is softly painted in dusky pink above shadowed landscape, a time that is fleeting, when the world cannot be called day and cannot be called night. The waters are murky and unsettled, gently reflecting the pink of the sky, looking forward and looking backward at the same time, and then the moment is gone, save for one humble photograph.