Thoughts from three photographs

Posted on 10 August 2012 | Narrative

The train pulled into York station, but the crowd of people waiting to get on made it difficult to get off.

I walked down to the river and looked across at the Guildhall. So much remained unchanged in this ancient city yet so much was different.

I found the bench where we first met. No longer new, paint peeling and missing slats, like faded memories in need of restoration.

- John Phillips