More junk on the blog, following on from yesterday’s post, entitled “Remnants” in which I speculated as to the origins of rubbish left around my town. After a few apt Facebook reactions, here are some photos of the junk that people leave lying around the streets of my small town when they are either too lazy or simply unable to chuck the stuff in a dumpster.
Every photo tells a story – what happened before for this scene to be here now – that’s what I lie about photos, not the stories they tell on the moment, but what has happened.
The last belongings of refugees forced to flee? The last remounts of their lives, grabbed in blind panic in the middle of the night and now abandoned by the wayside, too heavy to carry? What do you save when you have to save yourself? Or just someone who couldn’t be bothered to take his trash to the dumpster and so dumped it on the sidewalk?
Heading home after a walk in the woods, entering Bourges from the north east through the Edgelands – those places on the periphery of town – the final frontier of fast food restaurants, DIY stores and shopping malls, marking the limit of urban sprawl, that seems to sprawl ever further, every year, eating up the countryside. The Edgelands – vast warehouse shops with unlimited parking space. The downtown is dying as consummers opt for accessible, automobile friendly stores where there is more choice – that is actually no more than more of the same.
Looking for lunch. Hey we’ve got traditional American cuisine out here in small town France.
These perihperal places are all so depressing. How about a delicious Pizza in town?
Misty autumn morning a perfect time for a walk in the woods around Bourges
A few old figurines, a “punk” decor and a punky toy story.
Clearing out old toys for a garage sale, couldn’t help messing about. No real point to these, just having fun.
Last leg of our road trip along the north and north western coast of France. From the English Channel at Cabourg to the shores of he Atlantic on the Quiberon Peninsula – from Normandy to Britanny, via the Mont St Michel.
On the tourist road to Quiberon, another vital stopover on the tourist trail – the standing stones at Carnac – miles of menhirs dating from 5000BC and no one knows what they are there, other than to attract tourists.
And on to Quiberon – a popular family holiday resort at he end of the Quiberon peninsula – who says peninsula also says one road in and the same road out – huge traffic jams and a lengthy wait for the delights of Quiberon
And from Quiberon we head home to an empty fridge, empty bank account, utility bills and mountains o lessons to prepare before heading back to school. We’ll be back next year.