De-commissioned lock-gate machinery

Over at the park early this morning. Nice shadows.

Saw these reeds blowin' in the wind.

Closer to the lock-gate machinery.

Horizontals and verticals to reflect upon.

A rustling in the undergrowth caught my attention.
I tensed and glanced to my right.
Slithering towards me through the grass and vegetation was the ugliest and meanest creature in the area.
I screamed.
And ran.
And survived to tell the tale.