Next day, the dawn was a brilliant, fiery red and I wandered through the weird and lurid landscape of another planet, for the vegetation which gives Mars its red appearance had taken root on Earth. As man had succumbed to the Martians, so our land now succumbed to the red weed.
It might look like the vibrant oranges of an early sunrise, but it was in fact pitch black shortly after a thunder storm had passed on a foggy hillside. Focusing was mostly a mystery, and the scared sheep weren’t so sure of me, but as soon as this image appeared on my camera’s screen, I knew instantly what it reminded me of. The Red Weed from Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds, which I’m listening to now as I write this.
There’s not much else of a story to go with this. Sorry about that. I just really liked the end result, possibly more so because of the above. If you haven’t listened to War of the Worlds, do it. Great, futuristic sounding (for 1978) music added with the narrative of Richard Burton, who wouldn’t want that?
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Dan Woosnam 