Hospital visiting

Another day, another visit to J in the appropriately named Woodlands hospital. The only parking space available when I arrived was squeezed in a corner under the trees (hurrah for my little car!) J continues not knowing why he’s in hospital, and in blaming me for it… despite knowing that he is absolutely in the right place, and that it’s not my decision that he remains there, those conversations are so hard.

I liked how the image of the trees was refracted through the rain drenched windscreen.