The illusion of stillness.

Daring the flow

Washed up and beached by flood and wind.

A memory of a figurehead breaking into the waves

The last post catches the ripples.

Like broken ship hulls, the trees await the ebb of the flood.

As the chimney smokes, the river flows, the work of man is swept away.

In the morning rain, the city takes on a different feel.

Bandstand playing to the fallen.

Reflections on the past.

Softly and quickly the flow of the Ouse takes the images of man.

Echoing a ocean giant setting a course on the tide.

Shattered by rain and wind, the gentle giant lays in down in a bed of reflection.

Markers stand unwanted as the water rises.

Growing out of the flood, the tree stands against the winter sun and water.

Canute-like against the rising flow, yet still locked.

Like a ship awaiting her launch, the flood kisses the old launch ways.