wrong side of the tracks
In an attempt to counter my lazy no-exercise regime (the pool being shut is NOT an excuse) I decided I would walk around town. Also I was feeling a bit low, not wanting to get out of bed etc, so what better than a bit of a constitutional to revive the spirit? It seemed to work.
What follows is a kind of dodgy photo essay, a sort of game. Each time I turned a corner, I took a photo of the corner street sign. Kellerberrin being well catered, civically, I was delighted to find a right angle sign at nearly every turn! Today I covered the perimeter of what Jo, the gallery lady from Yorkshire, called the “wrong side” of the tracks…
[apologies to you if you are on a slow dial up connection, there’s a bunch of photos contained in this post…]
my favourite building in town which i see when i emerge from the back lane of the craft barn onto sewell street. i turn left onto sewell
crumbling building on sewell street at my left as i walk away from the highway
at the corner of sewell and rason, i take a right turn…
turning right from rason into scott…
turning left from scott into hammond
a newly built house to my left as i walk west down hammond. note the two green-wrapped delivered newspapers on the driveway
hammond reaches a right hand bend where it becomes a dirt road which leads to the highway (massingham) – this sign points to the right…
i cross over the highway and sit at this pipe valve when chris calls me on the phone
heading east along massingham past the town events sign…
i continue straight here. i do not cross over to the right side of the tracks (perhaps i shall venture there tomoro)…
turning right into chambers from massingham…
turning right from chambers into forrest…
turning left into mitchell from forrest…
turning right into rason from mitchell…
turning right into ripper from rason…
turning left into massingham from ripper…
a mysterious sign posted in the window of the book exchange on massingham street ends my walk…
April 24th, 2005 at 8:28 pm
intriguing, beguiling, redeeming, reeling, grinning
May 22nd, 2005 at 5:30 pm
Hammond Corner upended yellow building is my favourite. Anne told me about knitting a coverall for the pipeline and now I see it! Oddly, my sensation is one of smell on seeing these images. I am intrigued by my ‘in’ to Kellerberrin in this way. It is very odd now to think about how one usually encounters a town one does not know. I am thinking about this because I have to organise a ‘destination’ for a weekend’s vacation with my aging father and I am nervous enough about him let alone the ‘where’ of it but this experience of walking around Kellerberin tells me so clearly why I am so suspicious of the usual information about where I might go. I am also interested that in writing here, I am adopting the tone I read or my interpretation of it. It’s quite scarey how much one wants to say.