Bury their paws in the stone
This, for me, became a surprisingly powerful photo. In the midst of Galway there is a building which serves many people in many roles: It is a repository for contemporary artifacts, a dormitory, an art installation, shelter, a meeting ground, a dumping ground, an eyesore, a magnetic attraction, and enthralling and repulsive. And it’s just an abandoned service station at the end of my road.
As I sat on the broken glass bottles in the forecourt and stared at the graffiti’d walls, the idea grew on me that this was the sum result of all of our striving, relationships, human ingenuity, schemings and going-ons: Abandonment and ruin, until somebody comes along with a new idea and paves over this inadvertent monument to us all.
Categorised as: ireland, me, photography
You didn’t happen to find this poster lying in there anywhere did you?
I’m just thinking now that no one actually looked in there when it was stolen off the hoarding. I never thought of it until now that someone could have just tossed it over the wall. A very haunting shot. Well done.
Nope, neither sight nor sound of it.
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