I used to have a flat right in the city centre: I could see my office from the bedroom window, and go from comatose to lecturing in 2 and a half minutes. It was so achingly hip that 400+ crimes were reported on my corner in a single calendar year, largely drink-related. An author would have collected years of material just by writing down the words that floated up to my window. 'Abigail, you slag. You should have had an abortion' was one. 'Don't be an arsehole sir. If I have to arrest you the paperwork is endless' was another.
So anyway, it was a lively place, and I'd occasionally stroll out for a wander with the camera, trying to capture the spirit of
a city that's had good and bad times. Mostly bad, to be honest: de-industrialisation has hit it hard. I didn't
just take pictures of decay and brutalism, but there was no shortage of such subjects.
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| Railway station carpark. I like its clean lines and will regret its eventual 'regeneration'. |
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| Demolition of a local office block |
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| Double sunset |
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