The River Kelvin

We live in an old flour mill in Glasgow, on the bank of the River Kelvin. The river rushes past our flat, we hear it thundering over the weir from our living room. It just becomes white noise. I almost forget it's there. Today I went down to the river and made a few images in between the downpours. I was looking for shapes - curves and lines in the water. Expressions of the power of the river.