Wednesday, 10 March 2010

Hot-Dog Hill

Whilst at home, I also went out alone for a walk around the village and housing estates on which i grew up. I hadn't done this for well over 10 years.

I headed for Hot-Dog Hill, one of the locations i sketched my memory of a few weeks back.

I was a little unsure as to whether or not i should photograph the place, as it might somehow be too simple and finite. The act of capturing this space before I'd worked out why it is so important to me might be the wrong move at this stage.

Another part of me though realised that as i approached, after 15+ years of being away, i saw the sketch that i had drawn, live in front of me.

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