What a magical place it is. I’m going to make a documentary movie on 35mm film with people talking and music.
Lots of vertical lines and some curves. And shadow. Looks complex.
Haha, winger. What nobody would suspect is that behind those beautifully preserved terraced houses, there lurks the son of OS. 🙂
Glad you got home safe, you fule! 😉
That top picture is beautiful really epitomises Stoke on Trent. Proud standing bottle kilns signifying the proud heritage of our industrial past. But underneath the broken windows signifying broken Britain and what the bourgeoisie have done to this proud city! Bastards!
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