remembering

every year we remember fallen service men and women. but there's plenty of others who have much more frequent dedications.

everyday a portion of the population remembers. their family members. friends. husbands. wives. brothers. sisters. daughters. sons. uncles. grandfathers and even great grandfathers or mothers.

almost a month on from remembrance day and the poppy decorated crosses continue to stand on the front lawn of the school. under the watch of the memorial. they are covered in frost. frost that would have previously hung off soldiers in the Somme.

Cold. Grey. Dark. This cross stands alone, warmed only by its counterparts standing behind it. I've tried to capture the frost, coldness and lonesomeness of the cross and the area.

The sun rises on the field. The sun goes about its daily business. This is the cycle of life of which we are a part of. Nothing special about it.