Purple Bins


I snapped this because I like purple (or is that a mauve?) and because I found the scene interesting – because of the ‘purple’bins.

Without that splash of unusual colour this would be just another drab unnoticeable space, even with the incongrous red door to the side.

When I saw this, the red door signified vain hope, or perhaphs a cry for help, for an otherwise unloveable sight. Maybe it was meant to mock.
Then came the purple bins. These introduced life, lifted the scene from a one-liner to a conversation. A discussion.

Yes, a “conversation” is going on here. A story is being told.

Purple Bins. Take them away and we would pass by, unheeding the cry and the mockery. Now we see the discussion. We hear the conversation. We are interested in the story.


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