In looking for subject matter I turned my attention to a non-place that is dominant in my life, the supermarket. I became fascinated by the trolleys (carts) that we push around -that contain a little slice of our personality while we trudge through the shop. As I had become aware of the trolleys in the supermarket, they became more apparent when I spotted abandoned ones around Bristol. I wanted to photograph them as they were found; my guess is they had been left after a good drunken run through the streets. The characters that these trolleys assumed were that of the broken and damaged, at odds with the surroundings of place as opposed to non-place. These photographs became homage to Homeless People.
Photo-diary of the worldwide trip of a plastic decoy pheasant.