Dark Uprights

A veritable Wood Henge of monolithic uprights, a photographic rhythm section.

Between the cold, the crappy grey light of a week or two ago and the state I'm in, my world has shrunk till it consists of my bed, the sofa, the drive from here to Abingdon and the car park of Abingdon College. My blips, of course, necessarily reflect this and so are beginning to shrink to visual elements of that tiny world or my pets. I have to fight back.