I returned to a familiar car park today. It wasn’t planned but I had time to kill. I see from a quick glance at the post that I haven’t really duplicated any shots, apart from one of the gym car park. so there won’t be a lot to compare. I’ve even looked through the old shots and can’t match anything else up.
As you can see, there are more people there, and more leaves on the trees. There has been an outbreak of community gardening in the areas of bare soil around the trees lining the boundary of the car park, complete with solar lights and some arty details in the corners.
It could do with a bit of maintenance, and I’m not sure the Christmas tree is a great idea, but apart from that it’s good to see. If I was having a go at a community space I’m pretty sure I would find it difficult to keep it maintained, so all credit to them for having a go. I’ve been saying for years that I was going to sow some seed bombs but I’ve never got round to it. I actually reviewed a book on Guerrilla Gardening years ago, but I’ve never done any and I can’t find the link.
There’s a smattering of rubbish in the car park, though not so much as when they still had the recycling bins in the corner. However, one man’s rubbish is another man’s haiku prompt…
If you see me writing about lost luggage and broken coffee cups you will know where I got the idea from. Discarded Guinness cans, however, might be a step too far. Most things, I take in my stride, but I really would like to know how the coffee cup ended up broken by the kerbside.
The sign, even with its disapproving eye, does not seem to be working.
For details of my Sunday morning, please see here.
A pleasant tour of the car park. We can turn anything into art
So I want to know about the Mystic Moon shop…
It’s a shop that has been there for several years, probably seven or eight. Maybe a bit longer. I have photographed it a couple of times but never felt the urge to go inside.
Against my better judgement I had a look at twenty seconds of the You Tube clip – I was disappointed by the lack of sacrificial virgins, white cockerels and shrunken heads.
What sort of magic shop is this?
Wow. Took me straight back to the late 70’s…
I hope that the little community gardens do survive. They look very cheerful.
“Fly tipping” always makes me stop and think for a minute or two.
Sorry, I forget the language barrier. Does it by any chance make you think of people rolling small winged insects onto their back? Like cow tipping but for the smaller framed person.
Tee-hee! Yes, it does.
Oh dear, I’m beginning to think like an American…
I was thinking I may pop down and add some compost. I don’t want to muscle in on somebody else’s idea, but they look like they could do with some help.
The seed bombs sound like an interesting idea, almost like a Johnny Appleseed kind of thing.
I thought he just wandered round throwing seeds round – I never realised he was so organised.
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