October 3, 2015
“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.”
Sir Edward Bulwer-Lytton
So, I’m not sure about the night, but the day was certainly dark and stormy. And the scene lies not in London, but in Utah, as we drove south on the I-15 freeway back home after spending a few days visiting family. It was just before sunset as the clouds parted and the rain ceased. On the east side of the road we could see derelict barns and old wooden structures in decay from years of neglect. Lynn, my ever faithful wife, directed me to take the next exit and, knowing better than to disagree, I followed her directive. We ended up on the main road of Kanosh, exploring. The above photo might have been taken in the neighboring town of Meadow, but we prefer to say it was taken in Kanosh. We justify ourselves by agreeing there was no discernible demarcation between the two towns, Kanosh melding into Meadow and Meadow to Kanosh.
I took almost 200 photos that afternoon. The sky was perfect as were the decaying wooden barns and cabins and rusty vehicles that we found. We did return once but the place holds no magic without an ominous sky!
San Diego CA
January 31, 2015
This may be sacrilegious of me- after all, I was a contributor to Monochromia for several years- but I do not like black and white photos as a rule, just as I dislike images of flowers and pets. I find black and white very difficult to do well. The world is seen in color. End of discussion. And yet, when done well, black and white can heighten detail and mood. Now, I’m not saying the above is done well, but I do like it. And isn’t that what art is all about?
“I don’t know if it’s art, but I know that I like it!
Lucerne Valley CA
May 14, 2013
It was our one year anniversary. Romantic, no? But this was not where we stayed. We were on our way to Big Bear Lake on State Route 183 through Lucerne Valley CA when we came upon this abandoned home in the middle of the desert. Well, what was I to do? I left Lynn in the car and explored. It was a warm but windy day and the sounds the house made were eerie. Creaking and rustling and cawing. OK, the cawing was from the few crows that had taken up residence and they were not necessarily please to see me. At least Lynn hadn’t left me there. But 4 years later, she just might. As we used to say, the bloom is off the rose. She will follow me anywhere I want to go, but now I have the feeling she’s just looking for a place to dispose of the body, if it ever comes to that!
Lynn and I got married in Elgin IL in 2012. We inherited her mother’s 1989 Buick and decided to drive it back home to Nevada. On the I-80 through Nebraska, we spotted a wooden church spire with cross, peeking out over some overgrown hedges. I took the next exit and when we found where we thought it would be, the place was all fenced and gated with a sign that said No Trespassing. You couldn’t see anything from the road. I was ready to get back on the freeway when Lynn said she couldn’t believe I would give up that easily. “But it’s posted”, was my lame excuse.
“Give me your camera,” she said and, when I did, she climbed over the gate and disappeared. She was gone about a half hour and I thought, what dumb luck to lose your wife a week after getting married. But she did reappear and showed me on the rear screen of the Canon the photos she took. Not bad. And she was right, I couldn’t give up so easily. So I went in and she waited by the car. It was maybe a half mile back from the road, through tall knee high grass and weeds. There was an old wooden schoolhouse next to the church. You couldn’t get into the school as it was stuffed full of wood and boxes and junk. But the church, though vandalized, was a bit easier to navigate.
I had read somehwere that when you set a scene in a book or movie, you start wide, then go in closer and closer. So now that I’ve set the scene, here’s closer:
I hope you’ve enjoyed this little trespassing stroll down memory lane.
(All photos were taken on the Canon EOS Rebel T2i in Milford NE on May 20, 2012 by me. If someone begs, I might be able to find a picture or two that Lynn took.)
This week, The Daily Post has asked for a retrospective in which “… you pull all the strands of your 2016 together before diving into the new year.” That got me to thinking about processing images I’ve taken in the past 7 years that have been ignored by me for one reason or another, and posting them once a week under the title In Retrospect. That new venture has now morphed into its own blog which I will link to when it is online. I hope you will all stop by from time to time and take a look. Until then, and without further ado, I give you my ‘most’ posts of 2016:
“BACK TO THE FUTURE”
In which I give some thought to the creative box I’m in
published April 10, 2016
“COMING OUT OF THE CLOSET”
In which I reveal certain truths about Emilio Pasquale
published October 13, 2016
Most Proud of
In which I create a pano of 3 images that were so drab and colorless they sat in my archives for 4 years
published November 7, 2016