Today Steve and I took another of our walks, through Kensal Green Cemetery, and along the Grand Union Canal, past Wormwood Scrubs prison and onward. And everywhere so many traces of human beings: at home in their houses, in their boats, inside tents, in gaps behind billboards; their pants and shirts, ribbons and ashes scattered in trees, along paths, in the water of the canal. And intentionally or unintentionally always leaving a mark: a can of beer, a brush stroke, a knot and a bow, a new building…
Some images to capture these traces.
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