I didn't manage to do anything at work today, not a single thing, I even found blinking impossible; I was totally preoccupied, scrunching my face up into a little, anguished
it's so unfair ball at the sight of the oh so lovely light pouring over the world outside all of the windows. It was soaking every south facing surface, dripping off red brick wall offices, limestone railway stations and pointy cathedrals, and touching shining faraway clouds in the summer blue sky. Funny winter sunshine in January when you expect to be buried under the slush. Yesterday I was photographing inside a puddle world, ice pulled over the sky. Today I was re-photographing by pretend, in the sweet potato coloured light.
