Station Road at noon
Shot over one lunch hour on a Tuesday, walking from the station to the roundabout and back. Twenty-four frames, eight kept. Nothing happened, which is what I went for.
The flats above the shops are the best part of the street and nobody looks up at them. Everyone is looking at their phone or the bus timetable or the price of a meal deal. Above all that there are forty-odd windows with forty-odd different curtains, and one of them always has a cat in it.
One roll, one street, one lunch hour. Black and white because the light was flat and so was I.
