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rhythmaning) wrote2008-08-27 12:06 pm
rhythmaning) wrote2008-08-27 12:06 pm
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Waverley
Whilst I was wandering between galleries a couple of weeks, I cut through Waverley Station. I must have been feeling inspired, since I stopped to look at the building and take some photographs.
I like Waverley; it sits between the Old and New Towns, in the site of a drained loch. Trains leave to the east (all the way to London) and the west (Glasgow). It feels connected. It isn’t a terminus – it isn’t the end of the line.
I took some photographs of the architecture, of course – the arches and the shapes.
I stopped by the war memorial. Despite going past this many, many times, I don’t think I had ever looked at it before. War memorials always make me feel sad: all that is left is a list of names. Perhaps I am just getting sentimental.
I like Waverley; it sits between the Old and New Towns, in the site of a drained loch. Trains leave to the east (all the way to London) and the west (Glasgow). It feels connected. It isn’t a terminus – it isn’t the end of the line.
I took some photographs of the architecture, of course – the arches and the shapes.
I stopped by the war memorial. Despite going past this many, many times, I don’t think I had ever looked at it before. War memorials always make me feel sad: all that is left is a list of names. Perhaps I am just getting sentimental.
