At the mouth of the River Stour at the old historical port there are relics of old dreams, boats which have seen too much water and are relics of history. These photographs are not only visually interesting to me but I foresee some interesting metaphorical signifies within the photographs. Both collectively throughout the river as well as within my own emotional connection with the project. The photographs continue the 16x9 landscape, B&W exploration.
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