In Autumn 2005, over a period of two months, I wandered around Quinton Pool in Cheylesmore, Coventry asking passers-by if I could take photographs of them. Some said yes.

I moved to Cheylesmore in 2004, by accident. During the first days, all I could see were rows of terraced houses, averaging only one tree per street with telephone wires strung above like spider webs. But after a while I began to see the people more than the buildings or views. My neighbourhood is just the backdrop.

Taking pictures is always a good excuse to start a conversation. And then we talked about shoes, churches, dodgy pubs, weather, colours, shapes and opinions.
I would like to thank all people who took part in this project for their time and patience.