Thursday, 4 September 2008
Those flickering reflections in the canal continue to ripple across my mind, especially when it's a bit tired. The still, dark water is a perfectly magical mirror, transforming the scrappy hedgerows and shabby industrial buildings that line the banks into something gorgeous and ever-changing. When a rare motor-boat passed, roughening the surface, I stood and waited, full of anticipation, for the delicate pattern of reflections to return. Phantom images, of course, a looking-glass world - touch the surface and they disappear. Thence their charm.