No wise words here.
I accidentally turned into a dead end street only to find a street full of homes with their period features, in particular their garage doors, all in tact and seemingly loved.
The light was awful but I had to make the best of it for a shot. While I was framing this a Poodle down the way was keen to tell everyone what was going on. When I turned around one of the neighbours was watching on. I made the first word by telling her she had a wonderful garage door. "Really, do you think so" she replied! I then got chatting with her (I'd learnt her name was Sadie by now) telling me she had lived in this street since 1960. Her garage door has had a few colour changes over the year but the one in this shot is the same now as what it was when new. Some people don't like change.
I left her after a 20 minute chin wag telling her she will see me again on a sunny day.
