sadness – Spartan Eye

RESTING PLACE

Published on August 26, 2017 by chrisrenney6 Comments

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THE PROPHET

Published on September 10, 2016 by chrisrenney8 Comments

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THE SORROW

Published on July 25, 2016 by chrisrenney9 Comments

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The lady in the hat was trying hard to offer advice and support but the sadness of addiction is that the need is greater than any truth.

GOING, GOING, GONE

Published on July 25, 2016 by chrisrenney5 Comments

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This is the result of years of people (allegedly) using a business as their own piggy bank – poorer people reduced to trying to find jobs whilst their owners bask in the sun like the sharks they are.

TIED TOGETHER

Published on February 24, 2016February 24, 2016 by chrisrenney2 Comments

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NO-ONE VISITS NOW

Published on January 3, 2016 by chrisrenney6 Comments

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View through the porch at Guyhirn Church.

PROPRIETOR: MISS HAVISHAM

Published on May 30, 2015 by chrisrenney2 Comments

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Ghosts

THE EMERGENCY SUPPLY

Published on May 30, 2015May 30, 2015 by chrisrenney1 Comment

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This rather intoxicated gentleman, whom I chose not to photograph in full, was swaying gently whilst staring straight at a wall from about 6 inches away. I spied the beer can in his pocket and thought that would be my shot.

THE MONSTER, HIS BRIDE, BEHIND BARS

Published on April 10, 2015 by chrisrenney3 Comments

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DANIEL FROM EVERYWHERE AND LIVES NOWHERE

Published on January 15, 2015January 15, 2015 by chrisrenney9 Comments

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When I spoke with Daniel he told me that he had been homeless for some six weeks – I didn’t say anything but I have noticed that this the time period so many homeless people give. I think it is because they do not want me to feel that they are no-hopers, that they haven’t tried hard enough, that if they tell me they have been on the streets for months I will believe them to be useless. And of course, to tell me would be to tell themselves, over and over again.