ROAD WORKS

The long road, the off-road, back road, winding road, high road, low road and roads to nowhere, have all lead us towards our fates…be it to Rome or Damascus. But how many of us think to observe what lies beneath us? Albeit the bitumen, asphalt, blacktop, tarmac, Macadam or the space between two potholes? We curse it in all it’s capacities…cavities and congestion and let alone tripping over a chicken crossing the ‘frog and toad’.

The name ‘ROAD’ was found from the old English word ‘rād’ meaning a ‘journey on horseback’ but it took a nearby Scottish engineer, John Loudon McAdam in 1820, to finally improve the track recipe to what we have finally formulated today.

As well as the aqueducts the Romans were pretty efficient with their own ‘ways’ too, very straight and sturdy for the many legions of striding sandals (the Via Appia was heralded as ‘the Queen of Roads’) (not yet the “King of the Road” though...until Roger Miller sang it.) About then, the Fab Four sang “Why don’t we do it in the road.”

 

So convinced, I decided on a new view to my photo ventures. Many a time in my travels I have reclined observing the ever-changing sky and its clouds and recalled seeing the phenomena called Pareidolia which is a type of illusion of light, shadow and form  representing something that is clear and distinct.

For example, in the discolourations of a burnt slice of toast, one might see the face of the Messiah. Or the image of Vladimir Putin in the soapy scum of a shower curtain. After finding some obscure images of an elephant and alien figure I gave up staring at the road… as it was quite dangerous too and turned to a more fleet-footed graphical approach. “Hit the road Jack!” (Thanks to Ray Charles)

From my first photo many years ago of a squashed toothpaste tube in the melted bitumen on the sunny side of the street, I would cautiously approach a crossing invariably to stop look and point my camera down…causing many a wary person to back discreetly away from my strange behaviour. (Language and horns blaring)