A different angle

I have taken the weirdest pictures today. And done even stranger things when processing them. I think I've had too much sugar.

I finally settled on this one, as the least strange. It is a section of the building at the back of Glasgow Concert Hall on Killermont Street.

Today remembering Paddy O'Brien, teller of hilarious anecdotes, non-stop talker, quaffer of fine Irish whiskies, and my lovely Dad, who died thirteen years ago today. Much missed. Especially miss his accent (that required me to act as interpreter for friends) and have yet to find anyone that makes me laugh as much as him. He wouldn't have thought much of this, he'd probably ask 'what the hell is that?'