Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel
Board Yards
Here -
Where...shuffled animal recycled pathways stay unused and ignored..
Where...newly painted rail station gallery is haunted by plastic discipline..
Where...cryptic commands rattle through tight van streets into twisted board yards..
Where...key-ring novelty is blown into punctured building machinery..
Where...boxed reminders become land-fill..
is the place language comes to die.
Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication