Yellow against grey. A Coles van idles on an empty street, its colour cutting through the flat light of an ordinary morning, commerce, quietly moving through the city's background noise. Caught mid-errand, it becomes a small study in how the mundane holds its own kind of stillness. There's nothing staged about it: no one arranged the van at this angle, no one waited for this exact wash of light. It's just a delivery, paused mid-route, in a street that wasn't built to be looked at twice. But that's the point, the city rarely announces its best moments. They sit quietly at the edges, waiting for someone to slow down enough to notice. This is what the work is really about: finding the cinematic inside the routine, and letting an ordinary Tuesday morning feel, for a second, like a frame from something bigger.