Showing posts with label hens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hens. Show all posts

Wednesday, 30 January 2013

PostApocalyptic conversations

The Tin Man
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
Conversations

Tea Party
Tea Party

Concentrate
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.