busyThey're vicious things, scaffolding poles that have been ripped apart into razor sharp petals, and then left spinning on a metal pole. They're a crude and angry thing, that looks as though they've fallen through time from some mediaeval castle's siege defences. Touch them and they'll rip the skin from your hands, flensing flesh from bone.
But they do have one redeeming feature.
They're shiny.
Putney, London
September 2009
