Blue sky reflected in the Seine, morning sunlight casting tree shadows on the grey, stone quay and a green haze of grass taking root on the river wall.
It was a stem of wild clematis curling through one of the holes that first caught my eye. When I’d parked the bike against the fence, I noticed the bold yellow and black graffiti and the young shoots of Ailanthus beyond the sheet metal panel. Then I saw the clouds, reflected in the black enameled surface. Continue reading “Trackside Archipelago”