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.
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| Photo by Tracy Howl |
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| Photo by Tracy Howl |
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| Photo by Tracy Howl |
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| Photo by Tracy Howl |
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| Photo by Tracy Howl |
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| 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!
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| Photo by Tracy Howl |
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| Photo by Tracy Howl |
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| Photo by Tracy Howl |
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| Photo by Tracy Howl |
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| Photo by Tracy Howl |
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| Photo by Tracy Howl |
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| Photo by Tracy Howl |
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| 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.
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