I'm just crossing Richmond Bridge, the rain has just stopped and I'm captivated by how the red neon of The White Cross pub sign is reflected along the still rain soaked waterfront, creating such a dramatic scene. The tide is high and the ducks are happily taking advantage of the early evening light. I'm trying to photograph the scene from the bridge but feel I need to get closer, amongst the ducks and the red, red streaks. There are a few people around but I wait for the scene to be mostly clear. It's curious from this angle, everything surrounding the pub seems to have disappeared leaving it to stand in glorious isolation on Richmond riverside. I'm reminded, yet again, I live in a beautiful place.