There is always something strangely compelling about road side shrines. Something deeply personal passes between the mourners and the departed when they leave floral tributes and cards at the scene of an accident, and yet there is something overtly public about the act. An open demonstration of grief and emotion that is rare in british society, or at least in my own experience. The flowers and gifts stand in for an action that cannot be witnessed by the uniformed passer by and can only operate on the level of imagination. Often when driving quickly down the motorway - between Carmarthen and Cardiff - flowers strapped to lampposts remind of my only mortality and the potential for my car to turn from a place of comfort to one of particular discomfort within the blink of an eye.