Just a picture of parking prices, but it tickled me for some reason, the language, the cost. Park here for a lot less, huh?
The image was a simple one: riding the tube into central London from the airport. I was jet lagged and so forth, a situation that leaves me. Bordering on silly season wherein everything seems absurd.
The blue line, I think. Where I was. I got one quick picture – trying to wrap a lot of data in one image.
That image? It was a guy, east European heritage wearing a squeeze box – working it. Panhandling. Busking.
Jeans, conservative t-shirt and white shoes.
He played for a few stops then passed through the car with styrofoam cup for donations.