Iâ€™m sitting in a specialty shoe shop trying on different pairs and moaning about my crook feet. The shoe fitter says that itâ€™s all because of the hard surfaces we walk on and goes on to tell me a slightly garbled story about this tribe of people in Africa who still go everywhere barefoot. I am inclined to think that people who habitually walk barefoot are not confined to Africa but I donâ€™t say so. Heâ€™s doing his best to make me comfortable.
It is an annoying irony that I should have a fixation about photographing pavements and the writing on them, and yet I often have trouble walking any distance at all. In fact, when I took photographs of the Olympic marathon line remnants on Sydney Harbour Bridge, I was in a wheelchair. My daughter valiantly pushed me because I didnâ€™t want a recent foot operation to prevent me taking part in the 75th Anniversary
Bridge Walk in 2007.
Anyway, todayâ€™s photograph is dedicated to two distinct lots of people: those who always walk barefoot, wherever in the world they are; and the workers who maintain our roads and footpaths (and who sometimes have a joke when they are marking potholes that need repairing).