West Laithe by Fay Godwin - print. In this image i see texture form the brick paving. The floor looks smooth and worn and is obvious to see that it is wet. It looks like the image was taken down a quite alley leading to houses or just as a short cut to another street.
((Closed, Roy/Layla)) It was a world of endless possibility. Freedom at last. The two walked down the street, Roy marveling at how the light reflected off the wet asphalt. The depot was close by, he thought. But all that mattered was one thing. They were out. They escaped, and they planned to keep it that way, come hell or high water. "Now, let's go find that train."