"Melted Rocking Horse"
Exploring a Schrebergarten compound near Hamburg, I found myself wandering into someone's walled garden, whose substantial cottage - evidently having been converted to include sleeping quarters and a family workshop of some sort - had been reduced, not too long before, to cinders by a housefire. The blaze must have been fierce, since many belongings, such as the kitchen's metal flatware, had melted like cheese. And now the wreckage stood as vacant as Hill House, and utterly still.
As I poked my way cautiously through heat-corroded power tools and blackened rubble, I turned a corner to come upon a small presence on the floor, a figure emanating such darkness that I felt an un-modern feeling - spiritual dread - and froze under its stare. A toddler's plastic rocking horse had been transformed by the inferno into a horrific vulture, splattered with flame retardant. Now here it was, something wicked waiting patiently in the silence - lord of the disaster - to meet my gaze.
TITLE - "Melted Rocking Horse"
WHERE - Schrebergarten cottage fire, Hamburg, Germany (2015)