A scan of an old, unknown, unloved print. It shows a van in a valley. I don’t know quite why, but I suspect not was taken in Scotland.
Doors and windows are essentially about movement: letting light in, letting people out and in. There is nothing sadder than when they are boarded up and bricked in. Their purpose has been withdrawn – movement is unnecessary for the dead.
The line of cars looks vaguely like the front row of some brutalist rally, awaiting the flag to drop so they can accelerate off into the canal at Brighouse. And when they eventually sink below the cold Calder waves, the giant concrete car dispenser will deposit a replacement […]
A re-scan of a medium format negative originally shot in the early 1980s. I am not sure if such passageways are called snickets in Oxfordshire. If they are not, they should be.