Saturday, 12 January 2013

Walk down the fields

Being back in a city makes me think of the quietness of home, and the walk my dad and I took through the fields leading on from our back garden one late afternoon after New Year.

I like how the colours, patterns and contours of the fields are so similar to the texture and colours of my dad's clothes; how the horizon runs along with the collar on dad's shirt and his head seems to merge into the sky...


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