Across the Tracks

Not much going on today. Bit of shopping, washed the car. You know the sort of thing. Was distressed to hear that Beckett's mother in law had passed away. She had been ill for a fair while but when the time comes it's always bad. Norma's and my thoughts are with you and Wendy, mate.

This is a sober reflective shot looking west across the train tracks, lit by this afternoon's parting sun. I felt that such a shot needed the help of a supportive dark framing mat. Why not?