Wednesday, January 08, 2025

Lost Compositions



I like to think that I can remember where I took all my photographs, that there is some process linked to pressing a shutter release that attaches a geo-location to my brain. The best I can do with this one, however, is that it was somewhere in Ireland. I remember standing in the middle of the road; I remember composing the shot, but the name of the town is sadly lost.
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