The River Cam does something to the light in the late afternoon. The buildings go gold, the water goes cold, and for a moment the whole thing looks like it was painted three hundred years ago by someone who knew what they were doing.
I was standing on a bridge trying not to drop my phone into the water when I saw it. That corridor of light. The arch of the bridge in the distance, the ochre walls closing in on both sides, the sky reflected below.
The water is the painting. Everything else is just context.
Watercolour on Arches paper. 21 x 29 cm. Framed. One of a kind.
