A black and white weather day, so that means a black and white photo shoot, right?
I fired up the PEN-F, fiddled with the fancy dial on the front of the camera body and snapped away.
Different day, same old shit. There wasn’t a great deal new to see. Late autumn leaves are hanging on, much in the same way I was with some personal nature calling for me.
We were both ultimately fighting a losing battle.
The ground along the Trail remains firm. Not in race horse terms, but certainly for cycling. The great work put in by Sustrans last year (?) is paying off.
The station car park still looks a right old bloody mess. No change here from thirteen years ago.
#gentrifyme, etc.
