I’m not sure if the neighbours with pristine front gardens approve of my cracked wall sprouting weeds but I think it has character, like my old G-reg car that’s only washed once every six months and has spider-webs attached to the wing mirrors.
My excuse. I’m a writer, of course, and see art where others see chaos.
A week back, I found myself greatly inspired by a post on Social Bridge titled “Letting Go”. It contained a wonderful poem of the same title by the Irish poet Michael Coady and a photograph of an ‘abandoned thing’: an overgrown old seat that Jean Tubridy discovered at a falling-down thatched pub on the road between Michael Coady’s Carrick-on-Suir and her home town of Tramore.
This got me thinking. I’m obsessed with photographing abandoned objects, neglected structures and interesting corners reclaimed by nature, so why not post them here as a regular feature? The picture below is one of many I’ve taken on my regular walk through a wide twitten that runs between garages backing on to lengthy gardens.
Has anyone else posted photos of broken or abandoned things on their blogs? If so, do tell me about them.
Sarah Potter Writes 