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Wednesday, 25 April 2007

The generations - # 88


It's a quick snap-shot of a moment in time. I passed on my bike, saw the scene and snapped. No time to look for the clever angles, the "grovel on the ground", the "great diagonal". I don't know if these are young mothers or nurse maids with their charges. The heavily loaded buggies put me a little in mind of a military scene, and no doubt the boys will go through their stage of wanting to be soldiers and the little girls will want to be nurses. Like all children they love to watch the horses. What is it about little girls wanting horses? Is it a kind of control freakery? Look at me, slip of a thing, in control of this throbbing surging monster? I had a happy thought, quietly to myself, when I saw and snapped. It's a warm domestic scene. Who would know that the Monster Mega-Metropolis "London" is so close? Will this moment be burned on the mind of a child and remembered for the rest of his life?