‘So you’ve reached your legacy years?’ said a colleague as we discussed photographs. Not so much photographs as photography. I’d just admitted to spending many evenings scanning or digitising strips of photographic negatives.

‘So you’ve reached your legacy years?’ said a colleague as we discussed photographs. Not so much photographs as photography. I’d just admitted to spending many evenings scanning or digitising strips of photographic negatives.
I started today with flies on the brain.
I’ll start you with a whimsy to get you in the mood. That old saw, time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana.
I’ve been thinking about Antony Gormley today. I can’t explain why Gormley is in mind except that his work is something I miss about living in the UK. His public work is just that, accessible to all.
It’s hard to believe that a year has gone by since we walked into the Final Say March while in London. We weren’t taking part but we did watch it travel down St James Street. And I photographed the passing action via the reflections in a puddle. Huge numbers of voters took to the streets to demand that the final Brexit decision should be made by the public. It wasn’t to be.
And I all I have to show for it are twenty or thirty photographs of a puddle.
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