Stand up Straight

For some reason when I looked at today's taking's, all urban as today was one of gleaning (picking up food at 4 consumer food cooperatives that would be thrown out and sorting it for the meal made at St James every week night), looking at the few galleries open in late August, and finally two errands - and chose this of a building that has been recently refurbished into a posh market place, that directive popped into my head. I was a tall skinny teen, and did not have the greatest posture. My Dad used to make me stand against a wall to be as straight as that wall, or the one in this image and its vertical window casings; not possible of course.