“All my past life is mine no more,
The flying hours are gone;
Like transitory dreams given o’er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.”

The Old Vic in Old Time (2017.)

It’s become an annual tradition now (just for me, alone) to watch the Solstice livestreams. 🌌

Imagine a photograph to someone from deep history
The unimaginable:
A moment captured for eternity

How impossible it would seem
I wish I had a machine 
To capture the feeling with you
Not just as I remember it now,
But totally honest and true

How we felt inside
Captured, where you’re held alive…

It’s a #TheDazzle #panodrama (in a different sense to usual!) of the day! ✨🌌✨

Panoramic view of New Brighton beach at the start of sunset from a few years ago. The clouds are tinged peach, the sea is far out & you can se the tide breakers in the distance on the dull-coloured sand & a few little pools of water. To the right of the panorama, Liverpool is in the distance. The clouds rise from the centre of the panorama, almost like wings.

Nearby wasteland in snow last Winter