Colour Diary (10)

York station, waiting for a train.

View from bedroom window!

Martin Creed's Work No 850. Tate Britain.

Different structures,

away from daily routine,

but somehow lacking in colour.

1 comment:

Marjojo said...

It's been ages since I've looked at blogs and it's lovely to be back here, finding yours all changed but as ever interesting and thought-provoking and of an every-day-life kind of beauty that is so easily overlooked. Through your colour diary you've brought about a poetry of washing, of looking, and I guess of the barest of scents too, in those freshly laundered clothes.