Wednesday, 10 June 2015

Day 161: footloose

It's half past midnight and 'm awaiting the last tube home at Westminster. The station is pretty empty, just several prospective passengers standing around staring up towards the train indicator board willing their tube to be the next one. On the opposite platform there's a couple sat on a bench and perhaps after a heavy night of dancing, he has removed her shoes and is massaging her sore foot. I'm rather taken by the moment of colour amongst that expanse of concrete grey, so I try a little shooting from the hip from my Westbound platform vantage position.

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