The urban tedium. The concrete sameness. The worn-out boredom of semi-urban.
Everywhere we go looks the same. Here is there. There is here. Where is there?
Concrete and steel. The touch, the feel...
Of Urban
Sukhi wears a turban, on his head. Grows plants in his shed
Just to mask the smell
Of Urban
In the middle of this typical Halifax West suburb there is a pond. Some might call it a small lake, others a bog. While normally dark and mucky, this night the water reflected the sun catching the cut-and-paste houses and...