Winter in Reading, November 2005
Matt moved into his new flat in October. I took these pictures in November on one of our many walks along the river.
This grim piece of sculpture was guarded by a fence. Its purpose remains a mystery.
There is something about winter that makes even the most benign cityscape look post-apocalyptic. Here is a train bridge built during the heydays of the nineteenth century.
Even the swans seemed slightly sinister, as if they were genetic mutations floating in toxic sludge.
Matt moved into his new flat in October. I took these pictures in November on one of our many walks along the river.
This grim piece of sculpture was guarded by a fence. Its purpose remains a mystery.
There is something about winter that makes even the most benign cityscape look post-apocalyptic. Here is a train bridge built during the heydays of the nineteenth century.
Even the swans seemed slightly sinister, as if they were genetic mutations floating in toxic sludge.
