For more than ten years, I have been photographing war graves around West London, the UK, Europe and the wider world.
I did so because I was a volunteer with Canada’s Maple Leaf Legacy Project and the UK’s War Graves Photographic Project.
I did so because I believe strongly in remembering and acknowledging the sacrifice made by my country’s servicemen and women.
The problem was what to do with all the images I have collected over the years.
I know, I thought, I’ll publish a coffee-table style book of words and photos.
The downside of self-publishing is that single copies work out quite expensive, especially if you have 104 pages of A4 and full colour photos. The Brainy One has very kindly paid for 20 copies to be printed so that I can give them to family and friends.
Maybe even give away one or two on here, if I thought there was enough interest.
I’m not pretending that this is a great piece of literary work.
It is what it is.
Twenty fourteen is our year of being more.
Twenty fourteen is the 100th anniversary of the outbreak of the Great War.
Twenty fourteen sees me realise the idea of being print.
And that’s enough.