I walked past the scene and had to return and photograph it. There was something desperate and poetic about it for me. The ground had be broken up overturned and left naked and encumbered. Exposed and discarded.
It was though It had been dismantled in an arbitrary way. Difficult in it’s intentional disinterest.
Another road victim, but this time it’s the road.
A division of the aggregate, once homologous, now rendered to parts.
It could b rendered down further, smaller lumps then stones lacquered with bitumen, then stone chips and oil, dust and liquid///