An alleyway, Sheffield.

You are looking at the path, just above its surface. The path is bordered by a grey metal fence, thin vertical bars taller than a human. The fence protects a wasteland. There are plastic water bottles and coffee cups all along the base of the fence, all lying on their sides, empty. The coffee cups mostly have lids, but the bottles don’t.

From the central reservation - somewhere on the M62

This is a long exposure in the dusk light. The sky is crinkled layers of cloud shot through with golden yellow. Silhouetted is a bridge, a spindly foot bridge, concrete black against the light show backdrop. The lights of the cars stream forward. Red to the left sliding away and wight to the right roaring towards. The symmetry of the bridge is offset by the ragged line of crows perched atop the railing looking two dimensional against the sky.

Morecambe Town Hall. Summer

There is what appears to be a 1930's building in the background, it is the height of municipality. It reeks of a civic world long gone. In the middle distance there is a lawn with a small 'park' consisting of some concrete benches and flower beds. These are at a lower level to the town hall. The soil is black, it looks freshly turned over and the flowers are too far apart to add much joy to the scene. On one of the benches sits a man. He is alone and he is slumped. The day is grey, but warm. The man is not dressed for the temperature. He wears a thick sports coat. He is very still. Head in hands.

In the foreground, the lawns rise up again to meet the viewer and a final flower bed. Same freshly turned soil. Same sparse planting. The flowers bloom but the leaves are sickly looking. Yellowing. Every single plant in the row looks poisoned.