I have a confession to make: I have a photographic fascination with some rather weird themes.
Doors, Door-knockers and letterboxes you already know about, now its time to ‘fess up to another one:
I already know I need life, (that is clear by now), but I seem to have some sort of magnetic attraction to the different patterns that appear on manhole covers, if my camera is in my pocket then I can not resist the urge to take a photo.
Therefore I totally “get” why my six-year-old son simply can’t walk around a puddle.
It’s like a siren song… and once you’ve taken your first manhole cover photo or jumped in your first puddle, it’s hooks are in you and you can never just let the next one pass by without a small indulgence…
I was in for a treat whilst visiting friends in Münster , Germany one weekend early last year… not only are there an array of different manhole covers that feature commemorative plaques of different sorts, but while gazing at my feet I noticed that they have also placed little brass plaques into the cobbles of the street in memoria to former Jewish citizens who lost their lives during the second world war.
They are tiny (not more than 6 cm/ 2 inches across) but movingly beautiful.
Psst … wanna see my manhole cover collection? (oops, that’s didn’t sound right did it?) Would it be more politically correct to say Please review my “sanitation, aqua transportation and disposal safety inspection receptical protection system devices? Yep… catchy and non-gender specific, …perfect!
If you wish in indulge my insanity, I have a collection of “safety inspection receptical protection system devices” for your viewing…
The Münster Collection:
A close-up…. as far a I can tell it says: “Here lived Hedwig Feibes, (Born:Cohn) Date of birth (?) 1895, Deported 1942, Theresienstadt (=street name) until 1943 in Auschwitz.”