Another perennial favourite subject is the view standing on Richmond Bridge towards the White Cross pub, capturing the reflections of the riverside lights in the water. As I meandered into town the view wasn't too inspiring as the sky was grey and bland and flattened everything. After I'd exhausted the shops I was back on the bridge again after night had fallen. To my eyes the sky was inky black and hence still bland but at the other end of the spectrum but my camera could discern a whole lot more. When I checked the EVF, the sky was awash with pink clouds, and a golden glow from the lampposts sparkled in the indigo water. Well I couldn't see all if this but apparently my Leica does.