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Gatita, 1978 I do not even remember taking this photograph of Gatita. She must have been no older than a year, then. I found it when browsing thru my archives, although I was specifically looking for photographs of her. It has been said, and written, that photographs became memories, taking over their texture, their depth.... Continue Reading →
Once upon a time there was a working dock in the midst of the city. Princes Dock was the middle one, Queen's Dock was filled in, becoming a garden, whilst the outer one, Humber Dock, found a new use as a recreatonial marina.