Farley and Symmons Roberts, who are both widely published poets, want us to pay more attention to these usually disregarded spaces. Marian Shoard, a British environmentalist, coined the term “edgelands” in 2002, and the authors acknowledge her naming of these threshold landscapes as a vital starting point:
Giving them a name might help, because up until now they have been without any signifier, an incomprehensible swathe we pass through without regarding; untranslated landscape. And edgelands, by and large, are not meant to be seen, except perhaps as a blur from a car window, or as a backdrop to our most routine and mundane activities. Edgelands are part of the gravitational field of all our larger urban areas, a texture we build up speed to escape as we hurry towards the countryside, the distant wilderness.
Regular visitors to the edgelands since childhood, Farley and Symmons Roberts divide the book into short, intensely vivid meditations on the attractions commonly found in these spaces: paths, containers, landfill, water, wire, pallets, bridges, gardens, woodlands, wasteland and ruins, to name only a few. They conclude with a chapter on piers, about as close to the edge of the land as it is possible to get. Some readers felt Farley and Symmons were being too precious about these territories, which they want to celebrate as “places of possibility, mystery and beauty.” I share their love of edgelands. It is strangely satisfying, even in a way consoling, to focus your attention on environments and objects, far from the knowing calculations of design, that don’t usually register on our impatient radars as having any utility or value at all. The more lowly, damaged, debased and overlooked something is, the more it seems to give back when you move in close and study it, like a secret message encoded on raw matter, waiting to be discovered and deciphered.
I first heard about Edgelands, before publication, from the British photographer Jason Orton. I hoped that the book would have photographs and was a little disappointed to find that it doesn’t. So I am presenting here some pictures made by Orton in the edgelands north of Dartford in Kent, which he visited every month or two from 2006 to 2009 (he hopes to complete the project this year). Several of these photographs show the site once occupied by the Joyce Green Hospital, built in 1901-3 for smallpox patients, which closed in 2000 and has since been demolished. As Farley and Symmons Robert note, edgelands are prone to transformation. Since Orton took the pictures, the 264-acre brownfield site, including the former hospital grounds, has been developed into a mixed-use “community” of offices, industry and homes called The Bridge. The Littlebrook Power Station, which still looms over the landscape, can be seen in the background of three pictures.
“If nothing else, I hope that an attentive photographing of these landscapes can act as an important visual counter to those who would prefer to see these landscapes as blank canvases. I would hope that the photographs instil in people a heightened sense of curiosity and a stronger sense of attachment to the landscapes that surround them. I would also like to encourage people to tell their own personal stories about what these landscapes mean to them. The cumulative effect of these stories can act as a corrective to those who would like to forget the past and recent history of these places.”
Previously on Design Observer: Tidal Pools: Photographs by Jason Orton