Iron Shelter - Steve Coel
Here -
Where...music is day-time dead..
Where...beaten up strangled trees steal fenced air..
Where...pavement shy funeral cars are smokey..
Where...mapped walking is silenced by small group gossip..
Where...sleeping iron sided shelters are brick piled into bulldozed walls..
is the place language comes to die.
Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel
Documentary Fiction Photography
Celf Stryd - Lloegr
An 11.59 Publication
