Calton Road

At the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, a fallen Cigs.

I've been passing this one for a while now; this gate has the onerous task of guarding a couple of rubbish bins. It's a dark corner, facing into a dead end alley, no view, no light.

So today when I passed; it's lying on the ground and suddenly there's a shot to be had. Even better - a smoker for a Cigs blip. Always a nice touch.

White pen, undated on black glossy painted metal railing.