Stalked! An unintended follow-on

I've beeen travelling into London from Epping for the past few weeks now. I'd not seen any trolleys, except at supermarkets, wwhich is where you'd expect to find them.

And one morning, at the far end of the car park I leave my car in, was a trolley. Just starring at me, taunting me. I resisted the temptation to take a picture of it.

Later that day, 11 hours later in fact, I returned. And the trolley had moved within feet of my car. And I felt trapped by my own obsession.

This trolley sat here, in the position pictured, waiting for me, every day for a week.

Fanfarewell 3 of 3

I used to walk a set path to and from the train, on my way to work, every day.

I saw some strange things. Often involving shopping trolleys. Sometimes what I saw was very pretty, sometimes it was very mundane. I took pictures of some of what I saw -- only if there was nobody about at the time. And then sometimes I'd post the resultant photos, and write about them.

It was my way of both documenting and inventing a ritual. This ritual involved unseen people, probably kids, doing...things. What these things, and this ritual, intended to acheive, I have no idea. I don't think that matters.

I don't travel along that route any more due to certain changes in my life. And so, to finish, here's a video slideshow of some of the photos I've collected. Some have been written about, some I intended to write about but never did. There are more still which I've not been able to find.

The music is by Duncan Jewett.

See you around.

Fanfarewell 2 of 3

I walk along the alley that connects Millenium Way and Stubbs lane everyday.

As I walked home on Tuesday night, one of the street lights started pulsing as I walked toward it.

Did it know it would never light my way again?

I was walking home after a night out in London, so it would have been about 10:30pm when I shot this.

Fanfarewell 1 of 3

I cross Cressing Road every day.

My changes in my personal circumstances have intensified, and my walk to work has been occuring with increasing infrequency. Within the next few days, it will stop altogether, forever, as I permanently change my route to work.

To signal this change, the ritual has become more showy, returning to its heyday of trolleys on top of fences and so on. This includes the trolley-in-a-climbing-frame from a few weeks ago, and now this -- the trolley upside-down ontop of an electrical outlet box.

In terms of raw effort, this doesn't come close to the trolley-in-the-fence. However, the distance between this location and the trolley's parent supermarket is impressive, and the concepts at work here appeal to me: the reversal of the trolley's function as a vessel, for instance.

I sincerely hope the next two mornings bring bounty as rich as this.

I was rushing to the station, running late for my train, so it would have been about 7:20am when I took this.

Norwich Death Trolley

A long overdue submission from Ms Laura Stoney:
"The story with the trolley - it was for a project at art school where i documented drunken aftermaths and it was in norwich city centre v early on a sunday morning. Feel free to use it for all of your artistic endeavours, but you must give me royalties."

Climbing (Frame) Trolley

I walk across King George's Field nearly every day.

Since September, activity on my route to work had slowed. This was potentially to do with the end of school holidays, and the start of new terms, the lead up to Christmas, unhospitable weather... a myriad of reasons.

Also, my own circumstances have changed somewhat, and my walk to work is not always taken -- again for a number of reasons.

And so entries here have slowed by an alarming degree.

This morning, as I was walking to work, revelling in the fresh morning light, I was seriously contemplating whether to continue with entries here. I began to wonder whether the ritual I'd been documenting had been completed, or interrupted, or abandoned.

When I came across this. Perched neatly inside a climbing frame, on the playground site which was erected to replace the ghosted one, was this trolley. And my faith was restored. The ritual does continue, and in a surprisigly audacious fashion.

I was walking to work, so it would have been about 7:15am when I took these.

Moorgate Trolley

I walk down London Wall every day.

Part of London Wall intersects with Moorgate. And outside the Vodafone shop, there was this trolley. I think it's a trolley from ASDA, it's quite hard to tell -- the street was busy, and it was snowing quite heavily (although the snow wasn't settling, just melting away) (Closer inspection of the photo reveals the trolley is in fact from Waitrose. So it's posh, as well as lost).

Wherever this trolley is from, there aren't any supermarkets big enough to offer shopping trolleys anywhere near where this was taken. This is Cnetral London, in the most Central London sense -- 3 mins from Liverpool Street, 5 mins from the Bank Of England, 10 mins from St Pauls Cathedral.

24 hours after this photo was taken, the trolley was still there. and of course it had become a receptacle for passerby's rubbish. Another 24 hours, it had gone again.

I was walking home early because of snow on the traintracks, so it would have been about 3:30pm when I took this.