Concrete

Underground mosaic (1 of 1)

On the move again. Spoked wheels consume tarmac, railed wheels consume steel.

City heartbeat reverbs through my skeleton, leaves my soul cold.

The energy is ok. Sometimes. And The pace.

But I cannot. Will not. Prirotise  brickwork. Or Concrete.

Over soaring mountains, flowing fields and wide, open space.

Window on the world (1 of 1)

Images: (top) Tower Hill tube through a mosaic lens. (Bottom) Window through a stone wall, Southerndown, Vale of Glamorgan (B&W version posted to flickr).

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