Documentary Fiction Photography
Rescued Footprints
Alongside several boarded up town houses, torn cars are being buttoned into fired up twisted spaces... as the music of early morning neighbourhood footstep is reflected in slow moving traffic that idles and stutters into the yawning high street.
Close by, bare armed and heavily booted, keyholders arrive in knots of secret glances and reluctant handshakes while patiently adopting the routine of shouldered good nature and long days of empty ambition.
Steve Coel
