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‘a place to sleep’ might suggest no more than a frugal use of place; somewhere that satisfies our basic need for rest. It might also suggest the comfort and security that most of us come to associate with home. It might at the same time be morbid, reminding us of the inevitability of life, its end.

 

Held by circumstance, I photograph the place I call home, a small introverted dormitory town situated astride an ever-flowing River and the constant drone of the bypassing motorway.

Leaving childhood behind, my relationship, experience and position in the landscape have changed. Place or home has become overshadowed by life beyond its borders.

 

 The need for a place to sleep has me back in these all too familiar surroundings. 

Coming to terms with the agenda and demands of ‘place’. 

I would circle its outer edge, each day knowing that the end of today’s walk is the beginning of tomorrow’s. I never truly move forward. 

'a place to sleep'

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