Fallen angel

On our way to a family wedding in Yorkshire. We stopped off at the Angel of the North: my second visit in so many years.

We did the usual thing of imitating the angel, arms outstretched and thought how predictable we must look to the occupants of the houses overlooking the site.

I caught myself trying to align everything on the level and symmetrical: and decided to look at things from a different angle. So today's blip emerged.