Fog on Parramatta River

A misty old day on Parramatta river, with the blast of horns announcing the arrival of ferries in the clouds. The Gladesville Bridge came out of nowhere like a tether escaping from the cover of cold dark.

The sun’s power was hidden, muted, grey like a street lamp only able to bring a small amount of light to the waters.

Published by Andrew Beeston

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