There is a regional art gallery near where I live that is situated in an old powerhouse by the river. I drop in now and then when I hear of an interesting exhibition. I was there a few days ago and the exhibition was good but river reflections in the late afternoon also caught my eye.
This is a polluted city. So many people are crammed in one place and the river is not what is was. I grew up here, went away, came back again and I remember willow trees and fast moving water.
I don't know why industrial greed and human consumerism takes precedence over this earth of ours, but my camera still sees beauty in the reflections.
I've linked this to Weekend Reflections
Have a good weekend,