The fountain at Waterfront Park at blue hour, with the jets running.

A long exposure turns each jet into a solid ribbon rather than a stream of water, so the arcs read as drawn lines curving in toward the center, and the bowl in the middle overflows in one smooth unbroken sheet. Behind it the sky still holds an orange band at the harbor's edge with deep blue above. The covered pier sits dark against it. The wet pavement carries all of it back.

Blue, orange, and a great deal of white line work. It has more structure than most fountain pictures.