From a very early age I have always found quite a bit of beauty in rubbish. I was around 12 when we were having our end terrace wall rebuilt (it was in imminent danger of collapsing!) and had just acquired usage rights to my father's SLR. After the builder's had finished one afternoon I was struck by the symmetry in this small anonymous pile of rubbish.
Monday 1 November 2010
The Beauty in Rubbish
From a very early age I have always found quite a bit of beauty in rubbish. I was around 12 when we were having our end terrace wall rebuilt (it was in imminent danger of collapsing!) and had just acquired usage rights to my father's SLR. After the builder's had finished one afternoon I was struck by the symmetry in this small anonymous pile of rubbish.
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