I like the bright red, plastic, formed-to-ones-ass, worn-from-years-of-sitting chairs repeated back to back and reflected in the window.. brightness against the gloom of waiting outside.
Brilliant discovery .. Two men speaking just outside the waiting room. I was going to mention how deserted it looked there when I spotted them. Are they waiting? Or were they so engrossed in conversation, they let it pass them by?
Again, excellent photo, Niall.. the whole gallery speaks to anyone who has waited for that train.
