When I finally get around to making my coffee table book, it will be a photo journal series of shopping carts in abnormal places. Upside down in the median of a highway. Grazing among the geese. Abandoned, alone, out of context. Separated from their regular 500-cart pileup at the supermarket, these loners are somehow endowed with human traits.
I was stuck by this duet in particular—two carts locked in a lift. The potential to roll into the sea hangs in the air, yet here they sit inert, exhausted by the sheer mechanics of their relationship. Maybe it was my state of mind, but their precarious, yet unmoving state (paired with the sun rapidly falling behind the city) was a big old exhale of ennui.
And, hey, if I don’t get around to the coffee table book before you do, it’s all yours. Make it pretty. Make me proud.
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