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| All Images: West Leicester, August 2019 |
I'm always rather drawn to those ad-hoc mazes of barricades and cones thrown up by alterations to a city's infrastructure. The chunky plastics, urgent colours, and emblematic direction signage, all allude to our safety neuroses - and to the complex knots we tie ourselves up in, as we pursue some elusive sense of 'improvement'. All city dwellers must inevitably spend increasing portions of our lives blundering about amongst them, it seems. We have chosen to dwell, after all, in an realm of perpetual flux - where the present must be shored up against the future, lest we overwhelm our environment altogether. If only we could remain patient, and tolerate a few more delays - perhaps a perfect solution might finally be arrived at.
This particular example has been in situ for many months now, and I pass through it regularly, on four wheels or two. Consequently, I've had ample time to idly peruse its complexities, and implications. As a potential subject - you might almost say, it's got my name all over it...
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