mike dowson photographer/film maker

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Whilst living in Moscow I overheard an old man whisper ‘an ugly beauty’ in Russian, under his breath as he watched the cars below. We were stood on a bridge that span several lanes of traffic moving very slowly in both directions. It was growing dark and misty, it started to rain, the car lights twinkled, red and white in the dusk. It did indeed look both beautiful and ugly, which applies to everything we see or hear or think.