Title • lost lives

My wife informs me that my effort for yesterday – the abandoned chair – was horrible. And while I don’t think it was quite that bad, I do agree it probably wasn’t one of my best efforts. So, with that in mind, I’ll post today’s entry a little earlier than usual ;-)

Across the road from where I work is what used to be a supermarket. It shut down about a year ago, and the building and the surrounding area have declined markedly during that time – posters have been stuck over the steel shutters, the decorative lights near the entrance to the store have been smashed, and the more secluded areas are strewn with litter, beer cans and broken glass.

Normally I don’t pay to much attention but today, as I walked past, I noticed that there were various small piles of torn up photographs. One pile seemed to be mostly shots of small children, all torn neatly down the middle, there was another smaller pile of various different subjects, and a little way from the rest were these ones.

Oddly, I don’t know what’s on the middle shot of these three as I didn’t want to move them. There was something quite strange, almost disturbing, about viewing the torn up remnants of someone else’s life, and I just decided to document them, then walked away. So, I don’t know who’s hand this is, nor why it was posed in this way. Neither do I have any idea as to who the person is in the lower picture …