There's the river, of course:
And each building on the landward side has its own cement-bound pool, where ducks paddle in the reflected light.
On the lip.
In the back alley, the water is shady and green with algae.
A mallard stirs up the reflections.
"If I can't see you, you can't see me!"
Fountains break up the colours.
Can you find the duck?
Pigeon feathers, circling the drain.
Red buildings make the water at least look warm.
Back by the river, the sun shines, briefly.
Water underground, under control.
And it's still too cold for flowers. Crocuses and daffodils, and some first-year witch hazels. That's it. We'll try again in a couple of weeks.