The First and Last House
I’m not sure why, but looking at this place makes me imagine that I lived in that last house around the outbreak of the Second World War. I envisage myself looking out of the window while listening to Chamberlain announcing the war with Germany on the wireless, wondering how everything might change. A curious sense of horror and trepidation mingled with memories of lost time accompanies this conjured scenario.
But then, parallel to that, there’s also a vision of a return at the end of the war, ecstatic that it was all over and that very little had changed at Port Quin.
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Usual caveats etc.
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Nine hand-held exposures representing approximately 10 seconds of January 20th 2025, taken from the slipway at Port Quin, Cornwall.
The First and Last House
I’m not sure why, but looking at this place makes me imagine that I lived in that last house around the outbreak of the Second World War. I envisage myself looking out of the window while listening to Chamberlain announcing the war with Germany on the wireless, wondering how everything might change. A curious sense of horror and trepidation mingled with memories of lost time accompanies this conjured scenario.
But then, parallel to that, there’s also a vision of a return at the end of the war, ecstatic that it was all over and that very little had changed at Port Quin.
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Usual caveats etc.
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Nine hand-held exposures representing approximately 10 seconds of January 20th 2025, taken from the slipway at Port Quin, Cornwall.