It started with a fluke, actually.
My fixation on shopping carts, that is.
It started when I would drive by a vacant lot every day I took my daughter to school. This vacant parking lot slowly started getting filled with shopping carts. I called it a "shopping cart library" and then noticed more patterns.
Shopping carts being arranged by an unseen artist of sorts.
I started documenting the carts. I never move carts to "make them interesting" instead I just shoot what I say.
And I started noticing more and more and more shopping carts.
And I started thinking about the social commentary behind abandoned shopping carts.
I found them everywhere, all seasons, in a variety of spaces.
It is like they were grateful to be seen, sort of like children love being seen with a camera. Completely unconscious and content to be a subject.
They seem to be magnets for each other. I'll see them in pairs and then some human splits them up for a bit. This pair lasted a weekend.
And today this cart is nowhere to be seen but the trash is all still there.
This is quite different to my last photo essay.
Or is it?
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