A while ago, my friend Shimon from Jerusalem published a series of pictures about his neighbourhood in his blog, The Human Picture.
I’m totally enchanted by this series, which Shimon neatly named ‘Blood behind stones’.
“In our culture, it is believed that the soul of a living being is found in its blood. So the name of the series refers to the human beings that live and work behind the stone walls, and the stone buildings of our city.”
~ Quote from Shimon Z ~
This reflection has added value to the series, as his photos are not just for aesthetics pleasure, they form history.
Shimon’s series has triggered me to do something similar, on a much smaller scale.
I’ve lived in this neighbourhood for 13 years. We moved over here when I was heavily pregnant, and now my son is almost a teenager. “Why not capture my neighbourhood?” I thought.
I normally walk for half an hour to work everyday. Yesterday I took some pictures on my way to work and my journey home. I’m sharing some images here to take you on my journey.
1) First, I cut through this little wood, then walk through a very narrow path. There’s a large prominent ‘No Dumping’ sign in the wood — it implies that some people dump their rubbish in the wood and this ghastly sign unfortunately reflects negatively on the residents.
In the past, I saw broken chairs, sofa, duvets and bags of rubbish being dumped in the wood.
2) Then, I would walk on this lovely path, behind pleasant apartments occupied by the elderly. This path is very beautifully maintained. You’re not even supposed to cycle through there.
3) Coming out of this heavenly path, I would cut through the church’s carpark, and the vicarage is just on my right.
4) I would then walk along the Monks Brook river. Opposite the church is a pub called Monks Brook.
I’m not sure what you think of these pictures. It’s only part one of my journey. If you’re a stalker, you must come back for part 2 tomorrow.
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