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The thing I love about this is that there is beauty in the most unlikely places – beside the brown waters of a canal you don’t only see ducks dancing and swans preening and sleeping, but an impossible self-seeded buddleia or twenty growing horizontally over the water. Just a weed, with the scars of the past summer, brown and dead, still on display. Yet far from dead – those sticks are producing new leaves for the coming year already, ahead of time. There will be new life and you can see it in the mirror.
I also love the sweep, the pattern it makes, the way I have composed the picture like a fan coming out from the bank. That’s why I love photography.
A lover of the light 
The thing I love about this is that there is beauty in the most unlikely places – beside the brown waters of a canal you don’t only see ducks dancing and swans preening and sleeping, but an impossible self-seeded buddleia or twenty growing horizontally over the water. Just a weed, with the scars of the past summer, brown and dead, still on display. Yet far from dead – those sticks are producing new leaves for the coming year already, ahead of time. There will be new life and you can see it in the mirror.
I also love the sweep, the pattern it makes, the way I have composed the picture like a fan coming out from the bank. That’s why I love photography.