Approaching Station

An uneventful day until very late this evening my father said something rather profound. In hindsight it now seems rather obvious. He mentioned that he was deleting a number of photographs off his hard drive because, other than himself, no one would be familiar with the subject matter.

Taking that a step further, isn't there something universal and timeless in a great photograph? Isn't that why we are drawn to a particular image because it speaks to a feeling of the place or subject?

Wandering about Essex, spring in full force, now remembering what being warm is all about. In the abandoned places there are no pretenses.