Even out in the open we are crowded, boxed by unseen eyes, every step recorded and cast in stone.
The desire to mark territory, or to simply leave a trace of our existence is irrepressible.
Twisted logic, to place the mark on nature, or a microcosm of mankind and the planet?
One of my favourites from my college days, two fellow students caught candid while I was wondering around with the Canon AE1; two decades ago.
If you are interested in my storytelling look here
More memories from college collated here
As a writer I like to think that words have a permanence, but as this headstone proves, that is not so.
I couldn’t bear to take the pic of this the other way round in yellow. You know the one. But it still conveys the point where the letter is stripped of its alphabetical meaning, and yet transmits information as a symbol.