Nine sheds

I've always had a bit of a soft spot for sheds, shacks, barns and corrugated iron in general

Patterns on a greenhouse roof

I noticed these patterns in the very dirty glass of a greenhouse roof. Pretty.

Today, it's field patterns

I've always had a soft spot for the patterns made by agricultural cultivation. They are both perfectly abstract and perfectly unintended, an unselfconscious visual delight.

On a different note, this is some rather lovely stuff from my archive: extracts from Woman's Own, November 1940