In the middle of the quiet forest… lays the car cemetary
My lil’ red brick house in a typical working class terraced-house neighborhood… close to the park… that’s where the infamous Pamplemousse spent his teenage days, that’s where I started hula hooping on the regular…
One of those Stratford-Upon-Avon morning…
I found this camera and wasn’t sure what would come of the film that I stuck in there.
I decided to have daily walks in the park about the same day every day, snapping the familiar spots.
The result is this.
The camera broke right after that. Only one film worth of pictures, most of them are totally black.
Taken straight from the Carnival of Souls. We fed these horses nightmares and you
I won’t tell you how, what or where…but he did it!