My almost daily commute for three weeks is a ten minute walk from home. It covers the same paths that my normal daily dog walks take. Without the dogs, who are disinterested, for the most part, in a print exhibition, the familiar walk can be enhanced by taking a slightly different route. These stairs are just off my normally beaten path, but of no interest to the noses of my dogs.
Today was bin day and the big communal bins live in an old military building that has not yet been ‘improved’. The dogs would have loved to be with me as refuse bins and a hot summer day is a heady mix of flavours but I just nipped in to take this lovely old window in a grubby and unbuffed state.
Another love of mine is to see scarring on paintwork from regular use. Although that regular use stopped nearly 30 years ago.
And then there is the redundant heavy duty equipment with warnings , of limitations to men of my grandfathers generation.
Men for whom these numbers on doors had some significance.
I just love them as reminders of slightly archaic fonts.
I will leave you with two of my favourite doors.
One is an old storeroom and the other leads to a suite of artists studios. They are both at the end of the, currently empty, gallery space.