The first time I saw the Glass Caves, I’d not long moved up north. Traipsing through town with bundles of new-house-essentials (read: everything forgotten in the move) I stumbled across a crazy-haired trio busking in the pedestrian streets and – unlike many of the buskers in York centre – they had an audience. 682 more words
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I love doing the effect in camera. With the right light and strong vertical lines, you end up with what looks like a painting and it is never the same twice.
*** Disclaimer: I personally think ‘Hours’ by Funeral For A Friend is a good album that perfectly places itself between mainstream rock music and more hardcore genres.*** 639 more words