Dive

This week I'm channelling my inner goth. It started yesterday when I needed a photograph to convey a song that was sung by a dead narrator, summat that was a bit dark and evocative of, you know, all that kind of gothic stuff. But in colour.

And, today it's fitting that I'm back there again, fiddling around in the muck with my old 70s lens, concentrating on the undergrowth and the old industrial brickwork. With a suitable tune to go with the image.






[Over at the other place today...]