So there is this street name plate that I used to walk past on the way to church. Something about it calls me. I had this idea that I had loads of photographs of it because each time I walked past it I wanted to take a picture of it. It is not unique in anyway. It looks every other one in Leeds. Maybe it is because it isn’t on the side of a building or wall, like most others are. But it turns out, I had only taken the one photograph, left. It was about a year ago; a layer of frost was covering everything.At least three months ago now ...I know because I’ve since changed my route to church in favour of a muddier path through a little copse of trees and so I am no longer tempted by the allure of the street name plate... it was lying on the grass as I walked
past. Based on the condition of the nearby wooden barrier meant to keep us off the grass and the debris, I surmised that it was knocked over by a Saturday night motorist gone astray. On my return trip, thinking of what it is like to be driving in an unfamiliar area without confirmation of what street I am turning into or driving past, I decided to balance it against its former posts. I drove past it yesterday and against the odds, it is still balanced there. So today I walked past for the sole purpose of clicking a second, less alluring, and likely final photograph: no frost this time.
