Weekly Photo Challenge … Inside

I have often spoken about my little house here in Reading, Berkshire. It was built in the late 19th century for the workers of the local biscuit factory, Huntley and Palmer. The rows of tiny terraced houses with postage stamp back yard are cramped beside, the Thames where it meets the Kennet and Avon Canal.  Our street, and those that run parallel almost north, south; so they never see the rising and setting of the sun; directly.  If we are lucky we see it reflected in the grey slate tiles or the famous Reading red brickwork of the surrounding houses. .

Yesterday as the sun went down I saw her last rays on a straggly sycamore tree in a nearby yard.

As I focused my camera I noticed this eye looking back at me inside looking out.