My tower is the format of a traditional fairy tale tower, the kind that you could imagine Rapunzel's hair dangling from the top window.
But it's also forgotten and abandoned, an old and disowned building in the middle of nowhere.
I was watching one of my favourite films today (not Labyrinth again), Return to Oz, and the scene in which Dorothy finds the ruins of the Emerald City made me think of the state that How Hill is in. It's been repaired and isn't in the mess that it was a few years ago, but it is still not sparkling and shining in the way that it should be.
My Emerald City.
My Yellow Brick Road. Still there, but not as it should be.
Damaged and broken and I'm the only one who cares.
This shot in particular reminds me of Herleshow and how this once majestic view in the distance is just overlooked and is barely noticed.
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