Tuesday, March 13, 2007
London, Ontario, March 2007 [Click to enlarge]
It's the middle of the day, and the street with a fried chicken restaurant on one side and the police headquarters on the other is filled with people who don't seem to have anywhere else to go. They wear dirty old jackets as they greet each other with a collective enthusiasm that defies the drudge that surrounds them.
Day in, day out, the pattern repeats itself, surrounded by painted-over brick buildings that have been witnessing this never-ending streetscape for longer than I've been alive.
The pipe strikes me as an interesting study in perspective, a not-quite-shining image that most of the folks that mill around just meters away from here have likely never taken the time to observe. One wonders what they'd think about their everyday environment if they took the time.
I quickly capture the image as whispered voices behind me comment on the strange scene of a trench-coated interloper taking pictures of "their" corner. I leave as quickly as I arrive, the voices fading behind. They'll no doubt be here tomorrow, as will the scene I've just captured with my camera. Not much changes in this place. Strangely, I find that comforting.
Your turn: When you take a moment to observe what others do not, what do you see?