Etched Behind Eyelids | September 2020
Morning light on my birthday, reflected off nearby buildings.
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Morning light on my birthday, reflected off nearby buildings.
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And so we come again to the last month of the year. I’m not the biggest fan of November or December, but beautiful moments can still be found in amongst the dying of the light, mass consumerism and prescriptive bonhomie that the season brings.
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In the late summer of 2018 construction work began on two high rise tower blocks north and west of our flat. As seasons passed I watched as planning permission was granted, the old buildings on the two sites were demolished, foundations were filled and the steel skeletons of the two towers climbed ever higher. By the spring equinox I was worried that the tower to the west of us was going to block golden hour.
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Beneath concrete skies
The nation goes to the polls
Hope springs eternal
Gaudy Christmas lights
A row of sixties houses,
Each lit like a ship