Urban sites

The foxes stick is so rural I wanted to come up with an urban equivalence but I could not find one maybe I need to keep it in mind and I suppose my posting is sort of about things been buried in the snow.

I had a forced digression this week as I can't get my car out so I had to go to a school on the bus. I rang them and found out I had to catch a 69 outside the wicker chemists which is an all nighter and the place of choice for people to get their methadone.

I slipped down the road in the ice and ended up talking to a bloke at the bus stop for about 25 minutes. he kept shouting "I'm waiting for a bloody 69" he seemed to be vocalising for the whole bus queu- the buses were all running late. He told me his really sad life story in a disjointed drug riddled way but there had been love and family and a life that he had lost. I don't think he was really telling me his life story he was just talking and I was there. Anyway I got on the bus and chose not to sit with him and he asked an old lady how much it was to stay in a b and b and she said she had a house and didn't know.

After the school I had to walk home as the buses had all stopped and I had to cross a massive roundabout near meadowhall. There were loads of underpasses but all the paths were covered in snow and there were no footprints - it felt very un-pedestrian. it felt weird so I took a picture and the whole afternoon felt like a forced digression so I thought I should post it. When I emerged from the underpass I tried to find something to photograph and Kate Pahl had told me that pylons were a symbol of modernism so I took a picture of one. I suppose it is something we take for granted and the snow reminds us that perhaps we need to be careful what we take for granted and how quickly things can change.