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.