The Littlest Jogging Track
A year and a half since I last wrote about it, and three and a half years since I rediscovered it, I went back to the little jogging track. It seems like what's left will be left, and it also seems like the new residential area Kistahöjden is taking shape nicely.
When I started the project of photographing the little jogging track and the area, I posed this question:
[W]e'll see in a couple of years' time if I regret missing anything.
It's now 1322 days since I wrote that, or three years, seven months and twelve days - and I can answer the question with a "no". I don't regret missing anything. Looking back at the photos and the panoramas I took, I think I captured it quite well. I've since used the site as a scene for my favorite little camel, I've walked the parts that remain and enjoyed the golden sunlight shining down between the trees, and overall I think I've gotten a better idea of what "home" is for me.
The little jogging track, even if it is completely dug up, which it may be when the next residential area, Kista Äng, is built, will always be part of that "home". But it's not an exclusive idea of home. Quite the opposite. More people will experience the sunlight and the nature, and I think the little jogging track will meander its way right into their hearts as well.
Therefore I think it's appropriate to end with the following photo that I took at Kistahöjden. Maybe large parts of the track is gone, but they were replaced by people who have found a home there.
And isn't finding that special place what this is all about?