Puddles of light in the gravy of the night.

140118 - The darkest hourIt is dark when I walk down to the station in the mornings at the moment. This picture is of a side road that was shrouded in a murky foggy fug, and would definitely have got the part in any drama by Dickens. (if you take out the electric street lights, cars, telegraph poles…da-dee-da-dee-da!)

It is just a sketch as it stands, and needs a lot more work doing to it to get it to a point where I can give it the title that I want – But I’ll withhold that for now, with the hope of using it when I return.

Back to the drawing board with it!