Things of which I mean to take a photo #13541, or yet another beautiful thing contained in the universe.
As I walk along the backstreets from my flat to the town centre, there is a particularly beautiful pattern of light and shadow cast by one of the street lamps. It looks like an angel. Or, at least, an angel as I imagine. A thing of light, of a vaguely winged humanoid form.
One day I'll remember to take my decent camera. My phone camera doesn't do it justice. I suspect it's only formed when rain water seeps into the lamp, so it doesn't visit nightly. I'll have to hunt it carefully.
As I walk along the backstreets from my flat to the town centre, there is a particularly beautiful pattern of light and shadow cast by one of the street lamps. It looks like an angel. Or, at least, an angel as I imagine. A thing of light, of a vaguely winged humanoid form.
One day I'll remember to take my decent camera. My phone camera doesn't do it justice. I suspect it's only formed when rain water seeps into the lamp, so it doesn't visit nightly. I'll have to hunt it carefully.