Change of viewpoint
I often come this way and I shared this very familiar view with you through all the seasons of a year.
It's not quite the same today. I'm using a different camera and a lens with a different focal length. And the bench on whose arm I used to sit to be confident of a consistent viewpoint has vanished. Been uprooted. There, on the left, is the hole where it used to be.
It feels rather strange.