Alone in the World.

A winter wandering street hang with some down and lonely discarded bobs of furniture and excess junk.  Reincarnated into back street life they no longer hold couples domestic secrets, cheating uncle Tony's monopoly money and children's greasy meat throwaways. I find it fascinating to observe the shapes out of a utilitarian context always confined to the esthetic balance of the Living Room. Embracing an eerie new presence of their own like a newly settled in hobo they become another street character to watch out for on the late night stumble home.

Taken late one night strolling through Bondi, Sydney.