I’ve been thinking about the people who left the U.K. from the port of Liverpool, perhaps leaving to follow their dream of finding fame and riches which lay far away across the sea. Some of them would follow others who had gone before. More still were transients – our city simply serving as a stopping off point on the way to their new home in the America‘s. Other’s were terrified of leaving, unaware of what they might find there, afraid that they would be stepping from one hard life into another.
But for the ones who made it, these two images would link them together for the rest of their lives.
This was the LAST thing they saw… and also the FIRST thing they saw… and for the vast majority of them, good or bad, their lives would never be the same again.