Wharfe and Westfield

Went to Imperial Wharfe today for the first* steering group meeting of the British Sociological Association (BSA) Disability Study Group. The BSA have a meeting room right next to the London Overland Rail (another first for me). I got there a bit early and wandered around to take some photos. But there were no people. The Wharfe was deserted. It was odd and eerie. Just an enormously renovated space of emptiness. And “no” signs (skating, running, cycling, paddling, ball games, people).

Luckily the bus stop home is next to Westfield. I could have a people wallow on my way back.

Wonderous. As usual.

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*Still astonished there hasn’t been a group up to now.

Colour streets…

…and movement. In Hythe Bridge Street. On the way back from another meeting in Jericho.

Bit of a departure for me. Colour pics. Not sure what I think about them, being a black and white kinda gal, but good to mix it up.

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Private public spaces

Had an interesting discussion with a mate on Facebook last week around the ethics of taking photos of people in public places and putting ’em on a blog. She said that she wouldn’t like it if a photo of her was posted online and discussed without her knowing.

What is ‘public’ and what is ‘private’ is a chewy philosophical area. And I’m always struck by the ‘private’ activities people do in ‘public’ spaces (see below). To be honest, I was surprised and pleased to find out there are no rules about permission/consent (unless you want to use the photos for commercial purposes – slight qualifications outlined here).   Basically you can crack on happily.

This is so unlike academic research which is subjected to such scrutiny by ethics committees that it can be unproductively constraining, frustrating and time consuming. But going back to the Facebook discussion, just because there are no rules about this, should I photograph and post images of people without consent?

Well I’ve decided to set my own ethical standards in addition to those outlined in the above link;

  1. If someone wants their photo removed from this blog, I’ll remove it straightaway.
  2. If I’ve photographed someone and they would like a copy, I’ll email a high res version or send a print.

Job done. (As long as a train is considered a public space…)

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The outing

Today was a funny day. I went to Bristol to meet two women I’d ‘met’ through Twitter, Alexa and Kate, to visit a social enterprise scheme called Props.  It was hilarious meeting people through Twitter. Eh, who? What? Where?

I chuckled as I walked through the ticket barrier at Bristol Temple Meads, wondering whether I’d actually meet them. Especially as I had in mind we were meeting at Bristol Parkway which is so much smaller.  But there they were. Freezing and big smiles. Kind of recognisable through avatars and the odd tweeted photo.

By the time we were sort of (but not really) lost looking for the Props base somewhere in Bristol, I felt I’d known them both for years. We laughed. And connected tweet snippets from past months with shortcuts forged by the experience of having less than straightforward kids. Loveliness.

But the outing was about Props. And Dave and his crew delivered. Big time. Basically it’s a space for disabled young people to learn, work and flourish. As part of the community with a strong commercial focus. We hung out with Matthew and Jethro. Matthew was hugely impressive. He worked his socks off in an understated way. Making drinks, tidying up, keeping an eye on Jethro’s work, and demonstrating a sophisticated engagement with the tasks involved in print room work. Jethro added the comedic dimension to the visit, with hilarious one-liners and an easy engagement with everyone that I would love a dose of. They both shone.

And made us some great t-shirts.

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Wowsers, I hear you say. Social services must be chucking money at this organisation.

Of course they ain’t.

The London bus stop

The London bus stop, Headington. A regular gathering space for all sorts of people. Today this man who looked straight out of an old black and white British film.

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The interview

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In celebration of LB’s first ever job interview, at very short notice. A volunteer post at Helen and Douglas House, two hours a week to start with. He handled the interview the way he largely handles life; quietly chattering to himself and occasionally breaking off, when gently encouraged [nagged], to answer. The volunteer co-ordinator who interviewed him  was exceptional. As were the receptionist and the estate manager who will be in charge of him. It was one of those very rare times, outside of family, school and some specialist support, that everyday rules are adjusted (or ditched) to enable a different engagement. One in which unusual behaviours aren’t ‘wrong’. Just different.

And LB? He rocked it.

Local streets

Mmm. Returned to snapping closer to home. Our neighbourhood on the edge of Oxford. This is one quirky neighbourhood. Not like trendy quirky. But real quirky. In the best sense of the word. Peculiar and unexpected.

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