Canal art 2016 in Delft

We had to do some shopping.... and stumbled into the Canal Art of Delft.

The reflection adding an extra dimension.

Colourful arrows pointing at themselves.

Are they painted or is it just the color of the water?

An ondulating mirror...

Today the weather must have been optimal for taking pictures of "reflections in canals". It was bright and the water was moving, but not to much. I love this picture.

       

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Sometimes there is to much wind, or the water is to warm and becomes restless. Until now I thought winter was the best time. When it gets cold, almost freezing, the water becomes a bit "slow"; that's ideal.

A mirror with some ripples.

This grebe is probably not aware that he (or she) is floating in this amazing reflection. And that by floating there he makes it even more complex.














When the sky is blue and there is almost no wind a water surface is an ever-changing mirror.
Especially when there are just a few ripples in the water; hopefully in a nice pattern.
Just flip over the pictures (vertically) and a colorful under water world reveals itself.
These pictures were taken in the small Dutch town of Delft (famous for it's blue and white
pottery named Delft Blue).








































Terraces seem to float among the leaves of waterlilies.

Cars are parked underneath blue draperies .....



.......or in front of sketchy houses.




















































Reflections in winter are made even more interesting by snow and ice in the canals.

Ohhh, this "hanging tin" sure is a give away...

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An illuminated landscape

On the first day of Christmas, between rain and wind and darkness, suddenly there was some sun in the afternoon. The perfect time to go outside for some fresh air.




















The light was sharp from under huge clouds. Colors were deep and saturated.

Blue sky reflected in the water.



















































Overhead these geese were probably going somewhere warmer.



























The paths were muddy and soft.








































Sometimes the light was blinding turning colors almost into black and white.













There were wet patches in the floodplains of the river, but the water in the river Rhine was not yet high enough to flow over the low summer dikes.

Soon enough the clouds came back in full force. On he way home, the last sun fell on the mossy green trees.
This lovely afternoon was already gone and turned into another early evening.