Lamps. Everyone has at least one lamp in their home. They are everywhere. In our homes, on the streets, in shops…They come in all different shapes, sizes and colors. They can even have a variety of different purposes, they are functional, decorative, some remind of us of a time that was or what will be.
You don’t realize how important they are until you don’t have any. I am currently living in a place that doesn’t really place emphasis on street lighting. I’m embarrassed to say that it took a while to realize what was acutely wrong with the street one night as I was walking back from the shop , add to that no pavement and you’ve got yourself a treacherous journey!
It is one of the unique aspects of my dusty city, one that makes no sense. I’m not even sure what kind of street lights would fit in to the neighborhood anyway. We are in a state of transition, buildings are being knocked down, my favorite corner shop is now gone and every day the pile of rumble seems to grow. Maybe this is what gives my suburb its character, but what I do know is that as we approach the summer holidays and I start to think about where I’m going, I start pondering about odd little things.
I know that where I’m going I will see streetlights in abundance, and they will be in all different shapes and sizes. That’s the thing about going to Europe, it’s steeped in a different kind of history, one that spills over into its architecture. This short piece below, was inspired by architecture, a student of mine was applying to university and part of her application process was to write about architecture, but the instruction told her to be creative. This confused her, she wasn’t sure how to tackle the task. I got right into it and ended up with a couple of examples, this one is my favorite:
The street was quiet, still, except for the figure standing hunched over, bathed in the flickering light. His head hung low as though sad or ashamed. He had been a fixture on the street for years and was now beginning to feel like it was only a matter of time until he would be replaced, he was just no match for the bright young bulbs on the block.
These bright bulbs that stand up tall and proud, fitting in to the modern surroundings, their youth could easily be confused with arrogance. Their slim metallic lines and steel finishing only accentuated the rusty, tired figure at the far end of the street….