I had a few hours to kill before work this morning. So I decided to head down to a public garden a few miles from my house. In the summer this place is full of colour, with roses growing everywhere, up trellises, along the walls, above your head. It’s an old Fort on the seafront, built to defend the city from French invasion.
At this time of year, it was dead. The only colour was the light grey of the footpaths, & the brown of the soil. I was sitting on the ground, trying to get some nice low angle shot of the sundial in the middle, when a couple of little old ladies walked along behind me. I didn’t hear much, but I did hear one of them say “Perhaps he sees something we can’t.”
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