Futility

In Birkenhead (my birthplace) this evening my sister showed me this moving memorial, which has the Wilfred Owen poem, Futility, inscribed beneath it. My new iPhone has a far superior camera than previous model so I tried a few ‘shots in the dark’ and thus am able to share this image with you.

It has been a nice day and evening with family although all too brief. Thanks for your kind comments and stars, I do feel privileged to be part of this community.