One grey day in early November I found myself needing to walk. Not solely in order to arrive somewhere, but just to walk.
I walked and walked.
I walked along the road, on pavements, across pedestrian crossings. Past shops, past schools. Past peoples' windows. Through the park. Along the bike path. Over the grass. Under the trees. Kicking through leaves.
At the end of the day my camera's memory card had accumulated more photographs than usual. It was a day of looking down and I wondered about the stories which might lie behind these items - dropped, lost, forgotten, left behind. Insignificant remnants and relics which might be strung like beads onto some kind of narrative thread.
The fuschias in the picture at the top had fallen of their own accord into this graceful order. Each one of them is given particular significance by its place in relation to the others.
So........... I'm wondering about these other random items which caught my eye. Do you glimpse any stories in them, behind them, between them?
(mosaic should enlarge if you click on it)
dunhill (tobacco) packet; broken egg; magazine TV listings; silver 25; Gap bag; empty yoghurt fruit corner package
travelcard; cable; pumpkin shell; sausage roll minus 1 bite; trainer; "Stripe"
Stella can; wedding order of service; hair band with black hair; cake wrapper; orange ribbon; empty whiska's (cat food) sachet
"No cycling"; Nicotell chewing gum; Marilyn Manson badge; notes from a language (mandarin?) lesson; tea bag; hub cap