The morning commute

Sat on the tracks

The train line behind my house has become a source of wonder as my departure from this place draws very near. This elevated, open stretch of the London Underground grinds past on a regular basis. I hardly notice it after all these years.

The tube trains often halt at a red light, especially during the morning rush hour. These morning shots, on a brilliantly clear day, show the odd shadow of commuters bound for Hammersmith and work.

On Sunday, day will turn to night as I continue to say goodbye to my ever-moving neighbour.

Underground, No Smoking

14 thoughts on “The morning commute

  1. well, if a cup of strong coffee doesn’t do it, then surely the colors of that train wake you up! will look forward to seeing where you land next :)


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