Behind the wire

The morning sun is different after night shifts. It's unusually bright and things always seem a little blurry.

This morning on the way home, I picked up some prints I was having framed. Arrived at the shop ten minutes before they opened, so went for a wander to pass the time. Walked down a street by the station with lots of beautiful blossoms in bloom, bees buzzing around feeding on them. Took a lot of photos of them, but in the end, it was this that caught my eye. It's flowers behind the wire fence by the train line.

The prints are beautiful. One is a present - a fantastic drawing of bicycles in Amsterdam, the other is a beautiful picture of an African mama I bought some time ago. Now, where to hang them? I suspect they'll lean against the wall for some time...