Wednesday, 23 May 2012

the world waits on our doorstep

the world waits on our doorstep by mdx

This evening as I walk to the shop I see a man I dislike. He sits on a wall and doesn't see me approach, I walk close by him saying nothing - the same on the way back home.

From my front door I see my neighbours sitting outside with their new baby - we call across to each other cheerily.

I have a recurring notion to photograph the estate where I live. Why do I need to be somewhere else? The world waits on our doorstep.

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