Palm fans, shot on the weekend, get some (probably regrettable) 1980s neon hues.
No idea why, as I spent most of that decade running from that particular art and fashion tendency.
Possibly it’s a bad flashback to a time that had no regrets about itself, even though it damn well should have. I am looking at you, Boy George and Wham…
And I had a thing for potted palms at the time, thinking they were the height of interior decorating sophistication, dragging them around from one short term abode to the next.
Ah, good times…
Ebb Then Flood 