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She’s protesting. The fight for immigrant rights in Barcelona.

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dɛn na wo pɛ
dɛn na wo pɛ
dɛn na wo pɛ
dɛn na wo pɛ
dɛn na wo pɛ

 

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EARTH

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STOPHDV

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This is Nora and her daughter. She is campaigning with many other women in Haringey to Stop the HDV.

 

TIGHT SPACES

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Sky

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TEXTURE

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BROADWAY MARKET, AUG 2013

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CRANBROOK ESTATE APRIL 2016

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THE END OF SUMMER

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LOUD

 

 

They said it was quiet. Not here.
With the spouting fountain, the heavy bridge weeping. Kneeling.

The tree screaming.
Not here.

On a borrowed bench. Deaf, distracted, eardrums ringing.

Lovers on a blanket, drinking.
A cyclist peddling in slow motion, wreeee. wreeee. Stripy headband. Knee socks. A backpack. Wreeee. Wreeee.

Tourists too tired to walk, to talk, to care about the next.
Volleyball players cycling a trunk, hands in the air. Glistening.

Mobility scooter goes over the bump. Gets too close.

It caresses. Soothes.
Holding the many.

We shift in the shade. Watching.

I look up.

 

A PORTRAIT A PHOTO-COPY

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HOME

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TRAINSPOTTING

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KITES

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TRIPPIN

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A PARIS PHOTO DIARY

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WHAT I SEE

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mud
skid marks
cyclists
brakes
twigs
a tree
paving
a road
cigarette butts
rain
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leaves
cracks
order
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speed
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FREEDOM

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Easy.

It becomes easy.

To run, to escape, to roam.

Walking, listening, tasting, looking – without concern. Easy.

What do you call it when comes before a barrier, a guard dog?

What do you call it when it comes after a high wall, the opening of a gate?

How does it taste when it’s new but yours, always has been yours, after a fight?

Who gets to know such joy, such peace, such open space?

Messy.

That’s what it is.

Open.

That’s what it is.

Endless. That’s what it is.

There is no cup. Unless it’s one that runs over.

There is no dam. Unless it’s one that’s broken.

It’s when something gapes.

It’s when something breaks.

Loose.

That’s it.

Loose.