Monday, April 07, 2008
Supermarket carts? Or jail?
Hanging out at the A&P
London, Ontario, April 2008 [Click to embiggen]
I found myself in the parking lot of the neighborhood grocery store yesterday. It had been a few days since I had given the camera some exercise, and my shutter finger was feeling decidedly creaky. I had about 10 minutes before my wife and daughter were finished inside the store, so rather than sit in the car, I decided to challenge myself to find something redeeming in this worn-down stretch of dirty pavement.
I found a few worthwhile scenes which I'll share in the days to come - may as well make it a series, right? I like this one because the fading sunset suggests the subjects' best days may be behind them. Yet, like the store that owns them, they soldier on, squeaky wheels, rusted carriages and all.
Your turn: Why do I always pick the loser cart? You know, the one with the balky wheel that locks up before I make it out of the vegetable aisle or the one that howls louder than the crying baby in frozen foods. Is it me? Am I not using the right cart selection criteria? Please help.
One more thing: See here and here for earlier visions of grocery carts. No, I'm not sure why I keep returning to them with a lens. My innate photographic oddness, perhaps.
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