A man from a white BMW SUV looked to see what I was taking a picture of after this.
Can I park my load in your school bus dirt lot? Yes, yes you can.
I trespassed to get this shot. You can’t see it well in this, but I like the rusting hulk just left of centre.
There was a wooded lot with thick brambles, barbed wire and warning signs.
This is a stream inside the wooden lot. This is the only stream I have ever seen in four years in this area. Hmmm….
Pay your tax and idle freight.
Clock at entrance to industrial zone.
A tree in Ward 3.
Side of a factory.
Door on the side of a factory.
Tanks by the over ramp.
More side of factory.
Trees in front of shuttered building.
Parking lot and storage facility.
Steel Worker’s abandoned protest camp.
This grass belongs to U.S. Steel.
Four gloves on sidewalk.
Sidewalk in Ward 3.
Three billboards #2
Parked Car in front of empty lot.
Tree and sidewalk.
Cars for auction.
This is a good time of year for a critical reading of the landscape in my neighbourhood, and particulariy into the industrial section just north of here. The trees have no leaves and the snow is (mostly) gone leaving the curves of the land and the angles of the industrial structures bare. The snow makes the dirt go away and now detritus is everywhere before the green veneers over it.
I was wrong about nature seeping into cracks of our urban environment – at least in this place. It’s as manufactured as anything spit out from one of these plants. Trees are there to obfuscate the view from the strips of public still left in this area. Where we are supposed to look, how we look and what we see from a passing car has been organically reacted, funnelled and appeased to. Right now, the constant burned mechanical tinge in the air is stronger than usual. The wind, usually a force in the lower city, is even more pronounced during the early, dirty Hamilton spring.