Occasionally I stumble over the hole in front of our house. It’s been there since we moved in December 2011.
Just because you’re in hospital doesn’t mean you need to stop smoking. Seen when I was leaving the hospital yesterday.
Taken out of the taxi when going home from the hospital. This is already in my neighbourhood and still I had never seen those huge faces. And no, I’m not really sure whether they are new. I usually walk on the other side of the road from where you wouldn’t see those faces.
All pictures taken with my Olympus Pen E-PL3 and my M.Zuiko 14-42mm f/3.5-5.6.
I took all these pictures on the way home from the hospital. In the hospital itself I didn’t have my camera and all I could have photographed was the rather boring view of the roof outside my window (which I also did yesterday). It’s interesting how just a few days of this entirely alien environment can warp perception of what’s normal and what is not. People in bathrobes smoking? Normal. People on crutches? Normal! A familiar street corner suddenly seems odd. Just like that hole on the pavement. In fact things still taste weird after the surgery. I guess I will need a few days to find my feet again.