THE DANGERS OF WALKING – ONE OF A VERY LONG SERIES

 

 

Here’s the kind of thing you don’t read every day. In fact I read it in the Evening Standard on January 12^thand have been waiting to hear further developments, but as far as I can tell there haven’t been any. 

There in the paper, along with the above picture, was the headline ‘Crumbling Justice’ and the sub-headline ‘Pedestrian hurt after old Bailey Masonry Crashes into the Street Below.’  

 

From this you and I would imagine a someone was walking down the street, and a lump of stone fell off the building from a great height and hit the walker below, But then you read the article (by Tristan Kirk, who I think also took the pictures), and it reads, ‘A member of the public was hospitalised after masonry over the “decaying” historic entrance to the Old Bailey crumbled and crashed into the street below. 

‘No one was hurt when the stone fell from the building, but a pedestrian was injured after tumbling over debris on the pavement before the area had been cordoned off.’

 

Am I wrong to be disappointed by this?  Walking along and being hit by an unidentified falling object has a lot of drama, maybe even cosmic drama, this kind of thing:

     But tripping over a lump of stone that’s lying on the ground, really lacks grandeur.  The fallen piece doesn’t even look to have been very big. The little white bit on the statue in the picture below is where it fell from. 

 

Interestingly it seems to me, the pedestrian is not named in the news item. I wonder if the journalist was sparing his or her blushes.  I don’t mean to mock this or any other pedestrian but falling over in the street and ending up in hospital is pretty hopeless and humiliating.  I know because I’ve done it.  And there wasn’t even a lump of masonry to trip over.

KEEP ON RUCKING? NO, NO JUST DON'T EVEN START.

You and I, of course, are familiar with Betteridge’s Law of Headlines which states, ‘Any headline that ends in a question mark can be answered by the word no.’  But not everybody is so familiar.  And a little while ago in the Times there was this:

 

Rucking, it turns out (and maybe everybody in the world except me knew this already), consists of walking with a load of stuff in your rucksack.  It can be metal plates, a few  bricks or I suppose a couple of bottles of gin.  According to the article, by Bridget Harrison, rucking is ‘being touted as the big fitness trend for 2024.’  Well, not in this house it isn't, young lady.

 

There are many, many ways of spoiling a walk and this seems very high on the list, though still better than golf, admittedly.

 

Here are some lads enjoying the benefits.

 

COME INTO THE GARDEN, JIM

 Being a fan of walking, gardens and religious kitsch, and having a spare 50 pence in my pocket, I was able to buy a copy of the Jim Reeves album God Be With You from my local charity shop.

 

The walking element comes from a song on the first side, titled ‘In the Garden’ written in by Charles A Miles in 1912 or 1913 – sources differ.  This is, or was, Charles.

The first half of the chorus runs

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;

 

which I suppose is fair enough if you like that kind of thing, but the second half of the chorus runs

And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

 

None other?  Really? Not ever?  And it’s not just the singer’s joy, it’s god’s joy too.  They're sharing a joy that nobody, god included, has ever experienced before  in the long history of creation.    I mean really? Anyway the final verse runs

I’d stay in the garden with Him,
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.

 

So even god’s had enough of this walking and talking.

 

The song has also been sung by all manner of people including Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, Meryl Streep in a duet with Garrison Keillor, and not least by Doris Day.  Doris was my mother’s favourite and by some process she made me a fan too.

 

I can’t swear how much of walker Doris Day was (though she did have dogs), and her version of ‘In the Garden’ is on her album ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone.’

But she was definitely a gardener.

 

See how it all fits together?

 

But you know, I keep looking at that Jim Reeves album cover. Is he in a garden?  It does look a bit like a garden, I love the giant saguaro cactus.  But when I look more closely I think it could be a former gas station – there are a couple of antique gas pumps in the background.  But maybe they’re being used as garden ornaments. Who knows?

 

However, more than that, whether it’s a garden or a disused gas station, Jim clearly isn’t there at all - he’s been cut out and collaged in to the album art.  An earlier version of the album cover looks like this:

 

He’s still not in a garden, he actually seems to be sitting in a field.  And I have no idea if he was a walker – I can’t find a picture of him walking - but he did sing a version of ‘Just Walking In the Rain.’  I suppose that’ll have to do.

 

         Incidentally, if you have a moment or two to waste, try typing ‘Does god have feet?’ into your search engine. You’ll be surprised how many people have asked that question. A debate rages.  Believers are divided between those who think that since we’re in god’s image, and since we have feet and can walk on them, then god must have feet too. Others say that god is a spiritual being without form or body, and Biblical mentions of his hands, feet, eyes and so on are purely symbolic. I’m going for a walk while I think about that one.

SAME OLD TOPOGRAPHICS

 Walking is crucial for a certain kind of photographer, and these tend to be the photographers I like, Vivian Maier, Garry Winogrand, Daido Moriyama, among many.

Moriyama has even published something, not quite a book, titled Random Walk, an empty album that comes with 62 black and white, and 38 colour Polaroids that can be put into the album in any order, thereby creating a ‘random walk’ through the streets where Moriyama took the photographs. Pretty cool huh?

And I see there’s a new edition of Robert Adams’ book Summer Nights, first published in 1985 and now expanded and retitled Summer Nights, Walking. 

 

The publisher’s blurb says  ‘In the mid-1970s, Robert Adams, began recording nocturnal scenes near his former home in Longmont, Colorado. Illuminated by moonlight and streetlamp, suburban houses, roads, sidewalks and fields seemed transfigured.’ I wonder what the neighbours thought about this man wandering around in the dark taking pictures.

 

I’m not trying to compare myself with Robert Frank or Daido Moriyama, or any other ‘proper’ photographer, but I do sometimes take pictures while walking in my own neighbourhood, and just once in a while it gets me into a small amount of bother.  I had an unnecessarily confrontational episode came one afternoon right after I’d taken the picture below.

 

    Some youngish fellow came running out of his house demanding to know what I was up to.

 

Now, Bruce Gilden (above), a photographer I admire, and once interviewed, has or anyway had (he’s now 77 and may have slowed down a bit) a confrontational, in-your-face style as a street photographer.  His reaction if anybody objected to being photographed was to shrug and say, ‘Got a problem with it?  So call a cop.’  And if fists started flying, he was more than ready for that.

 

But I took a more conciliatory approach with my neighbour.  I could have talked to him about New Topographics but I thought it was probably better not to.  I said I’d recently moved into the neighbourhood, which was true, and that I was taking pictures to share with my friends, to show them where I was now living, which was slightly less true.  I don’t think he was convinced.  I can’t really believe he thought I was doing a reccie for a gang of burglars but it did seem that way, but in any case I shrugged and went on my way and we didn’t come to blows.

 

I can only imagine how more much worse the altercation would have been if I’d been walking around taking pictures at night. 

 

 

FRIENDLY NEW YEAR WALKING

Some good walking news to start the year, and especially good news for Santiago Sánchez, the Spanish football fan who was "detained' in Iran while walking from Madrid to Qatar for the 2022 men’s World Cup, and held in Tehran after visiting the grave of Mahsa Amini, the young Iranian woman who died in custody after being arrested by morality police, for wearing her hijab "improperly."

 

The Iranian embassy in Spain said that Sánchez's release came thanks to the two countries' "friendly and historical relations." 

 

So that’s all right then.