Brick Bank - Steve Coel
Here -
Where...disguised water shudders beneath road corrosive tar.. and abandoned metal escape door..
Where...daylight hides behind abandoned metal escape door..
Where...brambled adventure is signposted with late last nights left overs..
Where...baited brick memory foot step becomes rudderless..
Where...gloved fingers pick apart wooden slatted slatted wooden wire protest barrier..
is the place language comes to die.
Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel
Documentary Fiction Photography, Steve Coel
