Photo Story: Pressed for Time

Calf deep in water after last night’s torrential, Eve wades, relishing the resistance. The grocers can wait. He will only ask her the old questions: D’you need sandbags? How’s your little cat?

Perhaps tomorrow.

Leaves lick her wellies. She scoops, pantomime reds and golds, for her rescued flower press. Yesterday, more evacuations. Huddled over dwindling maps of higher ground in her friend Noon’s bobbing kitchen, backs turned to cracked-tooth terraced houses, a lone goose scavenging.

She’s read that dried plants typically lose their colour in time. She laughs at the idea of five years. Tucks the leaves into her pocket.

 

Photographer: Liz West
Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/calliope/page56