The church at Little Comberton in Worcestershire has a number of brass memorial plaques on its walls and I have played with them in the past.
Today was warm, vibrant and autumnal and the sun was streaming through the windows on the south side of the nave. On the north wall there's a brass plaque in just the right place for reflection shots of the aisle. I'm not totally convinced by the result so no doubt I shall return for another bite of the cherry next time I cycle past on a sunny day.
2 comments:
The moving hand writ . . .
Link to your blog sorted.
Cheers,
B.
Thanks, Peter. Like the carwash! Not a subject to weary of.
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