Beautiful dirty canal

Today I walked back from work, about 40 minutes through town, along busy roads, through two quiet parks and along lots of canals. A hail storm on the way, on my head, but I was warmly wrapped. White paths amongst the trees, faint disc of new moon, which my little camera will never catch, but my eyes did. Stark contrasts in the sky, reflecting in water. Church bells suddenly ringing out. So many Blips to choose from. Yet this tiny dirty canal near work, along the railway line, filled with rubbish, was made beautiful by the light of dusk. I changed nothing.