Suburbia semper pulchra est

Second in a series of two.

I just don't tire of classical beauty.

The cider heads behind me as I was taking this shot could not have agreed more.

They spend the best part of their days and most of their nights witnessing the most subtle changes in light over their beloved car park. Gasping in awe as they clutch their cans of warm Druids cider.

Misunderstood aesthetes they are.