I'm starting to realise that the reason I can look at photographs of bleak, grey, ex-industrial estuary forever is just because it's ingrained in my soul; it's familiar.
Thus: photos by Frank Watson
Hoping to spend a couple of days in less-estuarial Margate next month. The more I look at it, the more I want to go.
Couple of films to get developed when I use up the last drabs of one. I'm being patient and not just clicking to use the film up; hence it's taking forever.
Anybody out there?