Author: chrisrenney
BAY 8 AT A&E
I sat in this bay for some six hours and this was the view. I was with a relative who was unwell, it was Saturday night and getting steadily busier with sports injuries, alcohol induced problems, one suicide attempt and several elderly people with chest pains, etc. It became easy to sit here and look at the same things and so I thought I would ensure my memory of the night was not lost by photographing this apparently empty scene. In these bays, which offer very little real privacy, you are forced to listen to other people’s conversations, other people’s lives. the wall, ceiling, floor and doors do not appear straight – my head felt like that too. Boiling hot, no windows and noisy. This picture offers a serenity which was not there.
FLOTSAM AND JETSAM, SOFT AND HARD
THE LONG SINEWY FINGERS OF THE BOGEYMAN
As he creeps down the stairs toward us
WAITING TO POUNCE
Unsure what that brown heap is in the middle of the lurid grass but thought it looked as though it might attack the battered ball any minute – teasing and torturing.
FRACTURED IMAGE II
Looking out of a window, that has some of its original glass still, at Kirby Hall over the rolling green fields.
CITRIC CITROEN
A lovely old Citroen Dianne in bright yellow.
ARE COWS CANNIBALS?
The mystery of the empty picnic chairs, together with the herd in the background – is it possible the ruminants have ruminated on the flavour of humans?
PATTERNED PATINA
The sun has shone through this window for hundreds of years and lit up the same floor. Whose whispering souls do we follow?
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Spartan Eye 