Lost in a Landscape: Buckenham Carr

Heading west of the city 2 days before Christmas and it’s all a bit of a bind, a glue of cars sticks the inner ring-road fast, the whole route backed up with shoppers, escapers, people leaving work early, the driving dead. The light is at its most tangential, the winter movement of the sun keeps it low over the walls all day, and as it starts its last arc before disappearing behind the sawtooth roofs the traffic doesn’t quell, the slanted light thrown up and back off the surface, reflected in mirrors behind you, smeared by condensation in the...

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