If, like me, you are sick to the back teeth of hearing the word Brexit I’m afraid this piece is not going to help much. But, but, but – yes. it’s worth the repetition – if we relent in our efforts to push back, then we can blame nobody but ourselves, for not trying to reverse what has transpired to be an uninformed, corrupted and consequently, bad decision. One million of us joined together in London yesterday to protest against what we see as madness. I owe it to my grandchildren to try to protect their future. It would be hard to look them in the eye and say I did nothing. That’s enough of the ‘why’ of it. Here are some pictures of how the day panned out from the people walking through London before the march until my crocky old bones could literally stand no longer a few hours later. I didn’t get to the end. Sorry. As to whether we should stay or go… you have your own opinion – and long may that …
Bus. Lincoln. 09-03-2019
Darkly through a window spied Spectres from the other side
I was in my home city of Birmingham for a couple of days mainly to see the Da Vinci exhibition at Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery – more on that to come. Whilst there I shot some images in the glorious unseasonal sunshine. Freakish February weather.
The Hykeham bus from Lincoln. Feb 2019
Lincoln was bathed in a strange light yesterday morning turning everything model-like and curiously sharp. Surreal.
This year sees me working on a number of long term projects plus anything which attracts my attention. I started the year with some additions to the “My fellow passengers” blog where people on local transport grab my attention and I make a picture. I shall have to see where this takes me this year. Lincoln. January. 2019.