I came across these last month going through my things that were in storage at my sister’s. This was part of a project I did in uni documenting and cataloguing the overlooked in a city and the beginning of my obsession with sewers/grates/covers. Avoiding traffic to collect rubbings in the middle of the street was most memorable. I’ve gone the quicker route of photographing now and you can see the growing collection here. Doesn’t compare to running around with pads of newsprint and messing about with charcoal though…perhaps something to return to in the future.