Day before I left I took this in the park. The next day I would fly to the walled city to attend a family wedding. I was a bit worried, the wedding will cross the religious divide, and many members of the family were still feeling bereaved at the loss of a close relative to me. The walled city airport is tiny, the sunlight disorientated me as we got off the plane, in my memorise of staying hear it always seemed to piss with rain.
The only bloody country to get a positive result out of global warming. The air force is no longer contacted by distressed house wife’s thinking they are seeing UFOs when the sun comes out.
Wanstead Art Trail September 2017
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