Tuesday, August 9, 2011

I am addicted...

I've mentioned this before.
My attraction to shopping trolleys. What is this all about? I'll do anything to avoid doing the grocery shopping, so why my fixation with abandoned carts?

My nearest and dearest are well aware of my long-term obsession, but it's something I don't really share around, because it can be a little hard to explain.

I love shopping trolleys. Abandoned shopping trolleys.

I will stop the car and pull over to take a photo if I see a broke-down trolley on the side of the road, and I'm used to the kids rolling their eyes while they stand around waiting for me to get the right angle.
I see them very often in my neighbourhood - the trolleys range freely, used as transportation and occasionally entertainment, sometimes many kilometres from their homes. I guess they appear as a symbol of consumerism, stripped of glamour, demoted to a pack-horse, shining so gaudily in alien environments.

Honest, do I need a reason? Look at them. Cast away, drowned, robbed of their coinboxes, draped in river-drifting weeds and bogged in mud... what's not to love?


  1. Aha! what a great collection! I especially like the first two.
    They all look so forlorn.
    What I want to know is, did they jump or were they pushed?

  2. They look quite pretty underwater. Like strange mermaids!

  3. have you read any Michael Marshall Smith? He writes about trolleys as though they were people...

  4. Hey Sandi! I LOVE Michael Marshall Smith. And I just noticed that Suburbansider and anonymous both anthropomorphised trolleys in their comments too!


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