Thursday, July 29, 2010

The tower

from a series of prints based on
random internet photos
The tower was there when I was born. It was the first thing I remember seeing apart from my mother's face. I used to stand on the walkway of the bridge when I was a child, staring down through the gaps in the slats, interrupting the flow of pedestrians, inhaling the smell of oil and fish from the port.

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