many early mornings, i would pass this 'security
hut' to attend a class.

beyond it was a major road roaring with traffic
spewing unhealthy quantity of white smoke
and made my daily crossing of this road a true
'life or death experience'.

yes, it made me feel alive.

i felt i was on a space ship or something. then they
cluttered it with products for sale...

i am following the yellow line of light.

an old fashioned barber shop that i used to
see on my journey to and back from my studio.

it reminds me of an american painter i like.