Numbers

Searching for numbers became my hobby the evening before last after seeing that pylons had requested photographs. Initially, Adam and I were going to take a right turn if we photographed an even number and a left turn if we found an odd one, but after a few steps abandoned that idea. It was concluded that house numbers were too easy and car number plates too dull.

In areas with new blocks of flats, it was mainly telegraph poles and drains that were numbered, but some areas seemed devoid of numbers entirely. In other streets, the wheelie bins had been personalised with scribbled numbers. Burnt pieces of newspaper, panelled fences, stones stating when a place was built, and slightly creepy plaster packaging, were all found to be sources of numbers. Eventually, we ended up amongst shops and the numbers began to spring out at us, one after another, the flow of numbers becoming more and more rapid, until there were just too many numbers to look at.