Tuesday, September 25, 2012

to lose one's way

“Not to find one's way around a city does not mean much. But to lose one's way in a city, as one loses one's way in a forest, requires some schooling. Street names must speak to the urban wanderer like the snapping of dry twigs, and little streets in the heart of the city must reflect the times of day, for him, as clearly as a mountain valley. This art I acquired rather late in life; it fulfilled a dream, of which the first traces were labyrinths on the blotting papers in my school notebooks.” 

~ Walter Benjamin

I seem to be drawn lately to various 'city forests," for lack of a better name.  Stands of trees that have been preserved in odd spots.  In this particular little forest, there are many paths, and a clearing in which people have lawn chairs and there are empty beer cans strewn. Shopping carts have been pushed into the forest, or are abandoned at its edge.

Inside the forest, it becomes dark, of course, but because the circumference is relatively small, it's possible to see the light outside of the space.

The leaves, last week, just beginning to turn.

And then, walking back toward my own neighbourhood, this gentleman who is often walking about.  It was strange though, to see him so far from where I normally spot him. Sometimes I see him sitting in the bus stop shelter for hours.  Just hanging out.  And I often see him on his own front stoop, sitting. He speaks little English, has no teeth, but always says a quite friendly hello.


  1. How sweet you captured him. I love his posture and dress.

    1. i saw him again this morning. setting all the shoes out on the front step. and people say the suburbs are dull.


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