PostApocalyptic conversations

The Tin Man

Not very far from the university campus I once attended, existed (or perhaps it still exists) this strange and slightly surreal playground. Though located in a pretty busy sector of the city, it always looked awfully lonely. These are the photographs of the day I tried to portray its solitude.

Conversations

Tea Party

Concentrating?

As you can see those are some pretty odd looking figures. Are they supposed to be hens? I only assumed they were birds because I think that nose of theirs is really a beak. I hope at least some zombie children visit this place on a regular basis.

Foosballer

Old and lonely Foosball player somewhere in Mexico

A while ago I bumped into this old Foosball table while visiting one of  the numerous quasi-ghost-towns in Mexico, where most men have left to find money elsewhere. I thought this scene reflected the abandonment of the place.