9:15 on Platform 2

Today was grey, dull, damp and fairly unprepossessing. No real opportunities for a good blip.

So I return to the first photograph of the day.


I think of the inconvenience of carrying so many helium filled balloons onto the 9:17 to London Bridge. I wonder how the young woman would get these (and a buggy carrying her daughter) onto the train and then out through the turnstiles. Why would anyone make their journey so difficult?

And then I imagine the look in the eyes of the child who these must be for.

I understand now.