This road has been closed for years now, because of a collapsed bridge.
Yesterday, the last few minutes of sun slanted across and were caught in the flood water running off the fields.
A broken bridge, protective concrete and steel fencing, old telephone poles, standing floodwater – and from such unpromising materials a display of winter afterglow.
And what used to be a passing place, complete with redundant sign, has become a temporary autumn mirror reflecting sunlit gold, delaying the shadows just a little longer.
The coincidence of being, and seeing, being there and seeing what's there, at a precise moment of attentiveness – like many photos, this cannot be contrived, but must be noticed by a heart that sees.
An example of why I find a camera a contemplative aid, and the world around glowing with possibility.
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