Petrified

We were in Liège a couple of days (more about that later) and I used my little camera all the time, or so it seemed to Mrs S, who had to endure some embarrassment when I photographed sometimes slightly weird objects and people started to stare. Among these is a series of shots of this porthole. I just loved the round shape and the beautiful, subdued colours.

We were looking for somewhere to have a light lunch as we were walking along the river Meuse and a line of various moored, floating vessels; houseboats and old barges turned into theatres and one into a restaurant. The restaurant turned out to be rather spacious, with modern design. The walls were, as expected, lined with portholes to let some daylight in and for guests to see out. However I ended up facing the quayside and felt a bit short-changed at first, but then I realised I had this unusual photo opportunity. Reflected in the quayside porthole was the round light of the opposite porthole, and through this round disc of light I could actually see across the river and the windows in a tall building there.

A white cable runs across the porthole and I have not attempted to remove it because it think it adds to the authenticity of the shot. There are also two reflections which you might be able to spot and some plants growing between the stones. But look in the bright circle, the opposite porthole reflection; there is something in there and it has taken on the texture of the stone since the surrounding light is so strong and the focus is on the stone rather than the glass. Can you see what it is? The shape in the bright light is my hands holding the camera. This is the first time in my life I have been truly petrified, or at least the image of me. Amazing, isn't it?

P.S. Tomorrow I will be going to Sweden to see my two-month-old grandson for the first time. I can't wait!