Trolly Graveyard

Another image from one of the early distanced walks. I mentioned this in the poem, Apotropaic, which was published on the Write Where You Are Now site. I usually don't bother photographing shopping trollies because they have already been snapped to death. But I found these irresistible because of their likeness to half-submerged wrecks, down to the sepia-coloured, tattered weeds.