Silent Passage - Steve Coel

Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel

Silent Passage

Here -

Where...stripped smiles are lay-by shackled to crusted warning..

Where...hidden living thrives..

Where...marketed dependence is crushed by sliding door argument..

Where...silent passages of time become enshrined in wasteland broken bottle..

Where...muddy spaces challenge twisted tree industry and nuggeted machine..

is the place language comes to die.

Steve Coel

Knuckled Silence - Steve Coel

Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel

Knuckled Silence

Here -

Where...shouldered bag running is closely followed..

Where...bus stop seated sleeping bag remains untouched..

Where...knuckled silent demands are reflected in glueless gated shop door..

Where...selected fence post information guides restless suspicion..

Where...street jumbled eating is rapid and pathless..

is the place language comes to die.

Steve Coel

Illegal Fragrance - Steve Coel

Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel

Illegal Fragrance

Here -

Where...dining room corners are secretly guarded..

Where...tightly held anonymous bottles conceal early morning agendas..

Where...rusted chainsaw vans clutter oiled side-street rubbled warehouse..

Where...cheap illegal fragrances batter muted steel trimmed trolley romance..

Where...unseen security walking is never invisible..

is the place language comes to die.

Steve Coel

Machine Muted - Steve Coel

Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel

Machine Muted

Here - 

Where...cracker jack bucket fire is street parked alongside guilty night time dog walking..

Where...laddered conversation is machine muted..

Where...rusty girdered security newspaper string hats hide and shelter..

Where...painted nightmares reflect pub door stumbling and grumbled farewell..

Where...bitter enjoyment breaks up shadowed days..

is the place language comes to die.

Steve Coel