"I never looked for it, gave it no name; yet I knew it always, when the gift of peace came. I stood quite still for the moment that it lasted...Then the light shifted slightly and the moment passed, leaving me...with the lasting echo of its presence.." Diana Gabaldon
I like this 'snapshot' - sometimes you get lucky. I think the picture has great colours and light, the shadows of the streetlights and cables across the wall, the dark arc on the concrete forecourt, the crack across, dead grass against the walls, broken window boards, grafitti. It all adds up to a really good photo.
♫ PJ ♫