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Month of November , 2010

A misty night in Sheffield [Explored!]

A shot from last night. The mist was descending...

Project 365 Day 315: Remembrance


Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys! — An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, —
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Wilfred Owen

Project 365 Day 285: Autumn Light & Lens Flare

12-10-10 The evening light was stunning today. I couldn't resist trying to get a decent lens flare effect.

Project 365 Day 283: John Peel RIP

10-10-10 This piece of street art pretty much sums up how the people of Sheffield feel about John Peel. Instead if it being painted over when the wall was repainted it was instead deliberately framed. I still remember exactly where I was when I heard of his death and how hard it hit me. Around this weekend every year is designated John Peel Day. Six years after his death there is still a hole in the world where he should be. RIP John.

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