One by one they negotiated the busy road, heading for the only piece of green for miles around. As the metal monsters hurtled past, the view of lush grass drove them on to the far side. With their last ounce of strength, they launched themselves over the wall and through the wire fence. At last, they had all escaped the hell of the concrete metropolis. A joyous voice call out, “Freedom my pretties!”
While walking along a cracked and uneven pavement, trying to avoid dog shit, used condoms, and other discarded rubbish, nature called out, “Hi, I’m still here.”
I received some strange looks when I whipped out my phone and took this shot, but I didn’t care. In fact, I found it a tad surreal, considering one of the strange looks came from a man stood on his ill-fitting plastic front lawn.