Then I think to myself: I am documenting the area.
Then I think to myself: yes, but some photos would be nice.
Then I think to myself: it’s too much for one person to do; too much for one person to take responsibility for.
Then I think to myself: but if I don’t do it, nobody else will.
Then I think to myself: you’re not going to get paid for it and you can’t afford the time.
This evening I went to suss out what’s happening with all the recent road closures and I ended up taking some snaps.
Right now they look like a batch of slightly dull images of a non-landscape.
In ten years’ time they’ll be a crutch for our fading memories of what it was like when Curzon Street was here. (Assuming the plans to re-route Curzon Street alongside the railway lines are still going ahead.)