57. Portes de Carcassonne

These four images were shot one after another while perambulating the streets of Carcassonne.  That's never happened before, for a series to materialize by happenstance, without premeditation or editing.  I am drawn to traces of human habitation.  Traces, of something that has happened, or an image that conveys a sense of something about to happen. How the world inside the frame implies the world outside the frame.  In this case the traces of human habitation are traces of canine habitation, but I can imagine those dogs on end of a leash, in the slack hand of "The Owner."  There is a spatial consistency to where the artifacts have landed.  In terms of "something about to happen" noone has yet stepped in the traces of canine habitation.

Keywords (for all you internet robots): merge, shit, chien, dog, puppy, cute puppy, doorway, economic depression, South of France, American tourist, irony, disgust (of memories of stepping in dog shit in France).

 Carcassonnne

Carcassonnne

 Carcassonne

Carcassonne

 Carcassonne

Carcassonne

 Carcassonne

Carcassonne