This concrete installation was built a few years ago near where I live. It’s beside the River Mersey which is directly behind me as I took this shot. It’s a utilities works, water or electricity I can’t remember, which was announced with a sign saying we will repair the damage. I forget how it was worded, most likely ‘restore the environment.’ It’s an ugly intrusion but I wouldn’t complain too much because this is, after all, the city. Behind the installation there’s a housing estate and behind that there’s a major road. The Mersey Valley is a lovely resource, an ecological corridor where you find wild flowers, trees, birds, the river, and relative peace. I like the idea of wildlife travelling through a surrounding hostile city of concrete and cars. The concrete here is softened with likable graffiti and ever present flowers. The art work probably comes from the nearby houses. Wild flowers have extraordinary tales of international travel, introduction, and spread. Seeds were transported from volcano countries for example, on someone’s shoes or amongst shipping cargo, then found a new home in barren and scorched parts of Britain. It does surprise me however, how few wild flowers you find even in the countryside. The best place I’ve seen was a quiet roadside in Wales near one of my favourite camp sites.

 

Manchester Wild Flowers: Concrete

Saturday August 9, 2014