9 July 2026

River light, without the river

The Main is a few minutes away, and in the evening it holds a particular set of colours: an olive-grey on the surface, a pale band where the sky lands on it, and a thin bright line that keeps breaking up. I write these down rather than photograph them.

The notes become horizontal studies. Bands of colour, soft edges, a little grain borrowed from the paper scans. It's all built in software, with no camera involved at the end and nothing that could be called a documentary record of the river.

What I want is the feeling of standing there, and that turns out to be mostly a question of proportion — how much grey against how much light.