There ain’t nothin’ artsy fartsy about taking a picture out a car window, BUT when you make your husband (who wants to be referred to as my raison d’être from now on) swear you’ll make it to the last parliament tour of the day, he then refuses to stop the car for any non-emergency reasons. I could have cropped the shot, and you would have been none the wiser, BUT I thought you should know that this is what it looked out of my window each time I looked up from my book.

I lie, this is what it looked like out my husband’s window. Otherwise I would have been reading, driving and taking a photo;)