A couple at the Don McCullin exhibition caught my eye for the hands, private and public. This was in the last room, landscapes in Britain and ancient monuments and architecture in the Middle East.
I liked the photo on the wall to the right of the couple. It was dark and moody, indistinct. and I had just snapped it before I sat down and they arrived.
Hertfordshire 1980
‘Sometimes when I’m walking over the Yorkshire moors, or in Hertfordshire, the wind rushes through the grass and I feel as if I’m on the An Loc road in Vietnam, hearing the moans of soldiers beside it. I imagine I can hear 106-mm howitzers on the distance. I’ll never get that out of my mind.
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