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  • I've been thrown out of my local supermarket several times.

    They don't like cameras. Not inside. Nor outside.

    But I just keep seeing things I want to record. Wonderful things.

    Like the crow, in their carpark, that can spell. ("Please leave sir.")

    Or the starling flock that roosts in their sign. Every winter. ("Please leave sir.")

    Or the frost flowers in the shop doorway, on a subzero day.
    Because the trolleys were left outside all night in -10 degrees.
    And then the weak morning sun melted the ice.
    And it drip drip drip drip dripped off the trolleys....everywhere that people took them....
    And where the sun was, in the weak warmth, there was only water left to show the trolley's passage.
    But in the shop doorway, beneath the marching feet and rolling wheels, the shade was bitterchill and waiting still.
    And the drip drip drip drip drip dripping rearranged itself into a frostflower confection of cool blue.
    It was gone in a short time.

    So was I. ("Please leave sir.")

    But I had stopped long enough in the doorway, blocking all the unobservant shoppers, to take my picture.

    Some people go because it's a 'market'.
    I go because it's 'super'.
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