last post (filton avenue, bs7)

early start, new setting. my eyes blurry and head confused by dream flashes and this new place – compass points, people and props.

idiosyncratic independent shop fronts, shutters down.

optition has only one eye – open, spectrummed-iris, few lashes. i search for a view….

cross the street to beauticians – packaging and mirrors, all.  

‘special offers…’: ‘smilegems – temporary tooth jewels’, ‘caribbean gold – get the best out of your skin and get the best out of yourself! cheers!’ i get my shot and cross, back into the light.

people start to emerge from doorways, corners and horizons.

a well lived lady stops as i’m hunched composing a shot, just above ground level. i stand up in her presence; she leans carefully on her wheeled helper.

“i thought you were praying down there” she says dryly. “do you think i should?” i reply.

“what are you taking photos of?”. “around here – filton avenue”.

“oh”.

just up the road she turns around, putting finger to mouth as if to ponder her thoughts. “don’t forget to look in this garden” (finger now outstretched, to a point opposite where she stood), “it’s beautiful”.

“thank you, i will”.

a gentleman, swiss-rolled-daily under arm, tells me i’m kneeling in the spot his dog takes a piss every day. he and his dog carry on past.

back down filton avenue i head, the way i’d come in. a glossy red post box stands between me and a now derelict post office. once again, i am aware that i am not alone. 

petite lady – left – looks at me. we chat a bit about the sunshine. about her morning and plans for the day. about her occasional visits to ebeneezer church. about her age (88 – i told her she must surely be younger). she smiles constantly.

filton avenue – peculiar place. particularly friendly people. 

don’t think i’m making myself more available… perhaps the post office is a clue? plenty of take-away fronts, beauticians/hair salons and the obligatory supermarket. but something’s missing…

i wonder what this street used to look like. i wonder where retired residents i’ve spoken to today pass the time of day, meet friends, chat. i wonder if they think i might be able to help. i wonder if i can.

i stop to talk, at least.

thank you for reading don’t forget the sun. take care. k x

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2 Responses to “last post (filton avenue, bs7)”

  1. like the way you can just look at pics/blogs for a certain postcode. good work….

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