So many lights; so many reflections.

Today was a boring day. Sanding down walls and doing more polyfilling than is good for anyone, in readiness for painting tomorrow or Tuesday. Room and hair all white from the dust and most of the day spent indoors. Plan was for a pretty colouful snap of the flowers outside our front door - where our heathers and cyclamen are still in fine bloom: since the day had been monochrome, some colour in the blip seemed called for. Yet, it would have been a boring blip even if it was pretty.

But I was out for a short time, doing chauffeur duty. Attempted, while stopped at red traffic light at Anniesland, to get the colours in the block of flats there. Thought the rushed picture was a total failure. (Rushed because I had to take it as lights changed.) But when cleaned up a bit in Photoshop, I became aware of all the lights and reflections - inside and out - that motorists cope with every day and hardly notice. So blip is definitely not pretty, and maybe it is boring. But it made me think.