The place I live in is a strange contradiction of open fields, and urban estate.
This is without doubt a council estate! There is a block is on the edge of the estate that is infamous in the area. It’s rife with crime and drugs, and not a place I would never want to live. The door is broken to allow dealers in, and it’s strategically placed next to the chemist.
It’s also not a great place for culture. There is one local shop, and not much else. On the edge of Birmingham it sprawls across a vast area through little lanes and roads that interconnect in a winding maze.
Yet it remains a place of outstanding beauty if you just move your gaze. The fields in summer are full of plants and grasses that reach up to your waist. In winter it is a wonderfully plain and stark landscape. In short it is both edgy, and as beautiful as any nature reserve, all in the space of a few hundred yards.
Even the blocks themselves in the right light can be stunning 🙂
View of the block
Old rusted posts
Across the field
View of the field
All of the wood
Another view of the block
A butterfly lands in a thistle as I shoot
The field across the way is full of wild flowers
A view from the hedgerow that runs the length of the field
An old log that has been allowed to create a home for all sorts of new life
A view of the field through the overgrown grass. I really hope they don’t just cut it down.
The local shop, they sell just about everything, but I wish there where more choice and a bit more culture around here…
Pink roses being grown by one of the residents
The 50 bus stop outside the Royal British Legion club.
The houses outside the block
Not really a great photograph, but it shows you the weird comparison between the inside and outside worlds of the estate.
A skyward view of the block that I live in.
The tree outside the block that’s used as a notice board of sorts.
The tower block where I live and do all my work…
The path that runs along side the building and through the field.
The pile of chopped wood that has sat all winter making a home for small animals and food for foxes.
An old log provides new life for lichen and insects.
Seeds waiting to blow away into the wind and propagate the wild flower.
From the same place standing up and on a different angle at 28mm
Weeds on the edge of the field looking out into the middle.
A close up of the flowers in the small wooden copse.
Some wild flowers in the small copse of trees at the edge of the field.
Another view of the field