two things

here is the first - blackpool , as ever the dogma of site of digression and then the digression.
I like how the bins in blackpool have the word blackpool on as if you would forget where you are!
Also i like the bent sign, a metaphor for the whole place i think.
I took the building site as its one of thise demolitions that then show the insode of someones house, the wall paper and paint choices. Once a place - a home and now a site. The perfect example of the definitions, if we need clarity. I like the traces of peoples activity, and wonder if those who lived there walk past and still consider their wallpaper and remember the furniture - like kates lost objects.
I suppose i thought about your fag end finds and wondered at the people and the things that happened there, the secrets the hidey holes etc, i like in your last entry the idea that our finds dont need to be grand, but small discreet and quite. - which relates to the next lot of photos.
I found the house after seeing the shell shop and the carved coal, we had gone off the main street to find a off the beaten track. Andrew and I tried to talk to the man in the shop about whether he had coal carved in the shape of a piece of coal, but he didnt want to talk and perhaps thought we were idiots! Andrew though now privvy to the off the beaten track thing, also now ponders interesting places and finds. So the word is spreading and so it grows.
After the walk round i bought the peter liversage book and a man in there talks about a shop in blackpool called STEALS, its strap line being "theres no place like this place, anywhere near this place, so this must be the place" a perfect title for this body of work i think, but also just a great sentence. I am going to find the shop next time im there, and take a good photo of it.

So to the next thing. These 3 photos are from an ongoing collection i am keeping - found balloons.
I wanted to put them up because of their link to the cigarettes but to the whole blog. I find them often, some with messages and some that are just escapeys. I love the poetic ness of a let go and then found balloon. i always reply to the notes, sending a postcard of the farm and where it is on the map. - they come from all over. I started photoing them and recording their resting place about a year ago. it seems that even though the person who launched them will never know, there are taken notice of and i think of who the person might be. Its interesting that at the wirksworth talk i did someone asked whether me being and artist making work about the farm had affected how my family look at the farm? i said i thought it did because they now bring things or tell me things that they think i might like - and this is one of those examples - found balloons, we all look for them, to the point that someone picked one up and left it in the cab of the tractor, so spoiling the find in one way but adding to it in another.