Come to Birmingham, walk along Hurst Street and towards the dilapidated end you will find this beauty.
I think the project that inspired these bold shutters folded, as nothing ever happens here and they are never open. This doesn’t stop me from creating my own preposterous stories of what might happen behind the red octagon.
I took some photos this evening, but I was struggling with my inhibitions about photographing in public and poor light. Here are some street lights I love in the city centre of Birmingham. What are your experiences with starting to take photographs in public spaces? Did you feel self-conscious or paranoid that some security guard would move you along?