Travelling home on a Sunday evening of the Pride weekend means street encounters with many different people. Been too busy to be out photographing, but I am always prepared.
I hopped on the bus and it was the blaze of colour that caught my eye the moment I turned away from tapping in. I sat down expecting a more ladylike posture to be adopted as I thought this was a momentary relapse, perhaps after a fit of laughter or something. I did not think much more until a bus stop or two later. So … and the rest is a photograph.
The view from my eye alone 