ECHO 15/2/06

Scattered feathers, pale at the edge of a field – a bloody bloom on the soil; an extraordinary mark of death in early Spring – a Sparrowhawk inevitably borne down from above onto an unknowing Woodpigeon – despite the stillness here now, it can still be imagined, the energy left behind in that wide circle of feathers and down with the dash of gore is enough to provide one with an image of the moment of impact –

Images released of British soldiers (boys) smashing Iraqi teenagers over their heads and bodies with thick riot sticks, pummeling the writhing boys on the floor hidden behind a wall and a voice accompanies the activity, a voice from behind the camera full of glee and enjoyment at the scene as if it is simply an innocent schoolyard ‘bundle’ –

A storm beats at the window all night – doors crack and panes of glass shatter – when the day finally breaks it is clear, almost magnified -