This carpet of yellow is called the Field of Hope. It's where I shot a
portrait of my brother, for his sweetheart, two years ago. In May they'll be married. One member of our extended family probably won't live to see the day as she is being attacked by an aggressive and sudden cancer. The reason Marie Curie have chosen to connect yellow flowers and cancer escapes me but walking through them I thought of both. My brother has asked me to read Dannie Abse's
Epithalamion at the ceremony. Would that its refrain of 'all the living and all the dead' were not so appropriate. Is this what maturity is? The inability to see life without death contained in it?
