“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
the sun was setting and the sky looked glorious so I pressed the bell and got off the bus and crossed the road and on the other side of the bridge I watched the sun set in all its glory and most people just passed by, but I stayed rooted and watched the colours change, and change again, and the river reflections spread, pinks and purples, golds and blues and every so often a plane crossed the sky….
Putney Bridge, Putney
a material wonderland, filled with colour, paints and varnishes, oils and inks
Atlantis Art Materials, Old Street