keighley bus station, 11.18am. some workmen are preparing to do some work. i’m not sure what it was they were fixing, but it involved making lots of sparks with a rotating blade.

here they are, shifting everything into place, ready to rattle everyones earwax.

thornton cemetery, around 4pm—nightfall.

the birds are settling down for sleep in the trees, the cars are making the mad dash for home on the surrounding roads, and my dogs are paddling around in the dead, rotting leaves on the ground.