The Moon

Like a big shiny penny, balancing in the darkness,

Tempting us with its fortune,

The ever seeing eye of the night,

Stealthily, seeking the blackest of corners,

Drowning minds with paranoia, until

The coin flips and the morning is born


Words by Tracy Howl 10.9.14
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A Visit to the Tip

Today I went to the tip, also known as the local refuse centre. I got bored waiting in line, so started photographing what was around me. The shadow patterns of the trees, the signs, all from the vantage point of my driver seat.

Photo by Tracy Howl

Photo by Tracy Howl

Photo by Tracy Howl

Photo by Tracy Howl

Photo by Tracy Howl

Photo by Tracy Howl

When I got there, I noticed the fruit machines, standing awkwardly amongst the white goods. Stripped of their power and the shrill ringing of the game. No prizes in their banks, no desperado clinging to the play button, anxious for their next win! A forlorn sight, comparative to the bewildered look of the losers who walk away with no more coins to play! And the words of "How did that happen?" spin around in their heads as did the cherries and sevens of their desire!

Photo by Tracy Howl

Photo by Tracy Howl

Photo by Tracy Howl

Photo by Tracy Howl

Photo by Tracy Howl

Photo by Tracy Howl

Photo by Tracy Howl

Photo by Tracy Howl

I will be back to photograph more. I'm not concerned with the people, only the life stories of the abandoned.