High Contrast Grey.

I took my bike for a ride and instead if turning to go back to my apartment I decided to ride straight ahead and explore.

The countryside and the city have a thin line of distinction between the two in Rennes. Which bordering that line, or perhaps being that line, is this old abandoned farm house. Decorated with graffiti.

The only people I come across while biking though the countryside are old people going on walks. Old men with canes.

Somehow the grass is still a vibrant emerald green even though it is almost December and there is a slight fog snaking along the bottoms of the green hills. The magical realities of France, perhaps.